THE DEED
by
Lucille Bellucci
He told me a dream he had the night before
In a country seen nowhere
but in dreams
Sentenced to execution, he held me
and asked me
this conundrum
Are you pleased to have me love you
more than
you love me?
He said I nodded
while at his back I slipped in
the knife
The executioner was I
But he only said, Don't worry, it doesn't
hurt. You are doing it
exactly
right
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Lucille...you picked the right time to leave me Lucille...just like Kenny Rogers sings...whew...that was certainly out in left field...but...interesting to say the least...dreams...wow.. reality?? hope not.. hugs, lindalaw
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Be always safe,
Karen