How? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I’ve always believed in savouring the moments.” Anna Godbersen

How?
When a robe falls,
how is time measured?
In ampules of love or a 
quickening of the heart
that flickers the flame of 
expectation whispered in 
the french way like silken
chocolate on a summers day
when it always leaves just a
trace of memory that 
flavours fire, yes
exactly like that.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

48 Comments

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48 responses to “How? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. You are very good at this. I think you are in love😉

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  2. oh yes! I can picture this. Love it

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I think Janet Jackson knows all about wardrobe failures.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    AND THE MAN SAID—YOWZA, YOWZA-! 😀

    Liked by 1 person

  5. CERTAINLY EXCITES THE POSSIBILITIES! ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  6. you are a master of the sensual love poems!

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  7. exactly like that 🙂

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  8. Amy

    like silken chocolate on a summers day… Beautiful, indeed!

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Charis Counselling

    I love the flow of the words in this poem – so sensual too

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