A Simile Upon My Lips – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The reason that cliches become cliches is that they are the hammers and screwdrivers in the toolbox of communication.”  Terry Pratchett


A Simile Upon My Lips

She crossed her magnificent cliches
and blithely jutted her metaphors
with one of those smiles
with which sirens erase the world
for breathless moments
of pause, to catch a sense of
something other,
a wilding promise,
with which her eyes drew me closer,
and soon,
I died that little death,
with a simile upon my lips.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com


Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, quote, romance, Sex

41 responses to “A Simile Upon My Lips – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Brilliant job euphistcating your way through the successful thrill of the chase.

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  2. That dying a little death with a smile is making my smile in great awe😊😊😊

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  3. *shivers* with delight!

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  4. Right on. This is top notch.

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  5. This is lovely Paul.

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  6. Well done, Paul!Love it very miuch, and its so true, too. Michael

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  8. lync56

    So well crafted once again


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  9. Those Lips -> Kiss -> and then “I died that little death”
    Oh yes, all these together made me say, I died that little death.
    They are all so beautiful 💞 💞

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