Dos Besos (A Brief Love Story) Poem by Paul Hansford

Dos Besos (A Brief Love Story)

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The morning sun warmed the dew
from the opening rosebud;
a bee visited the fragrant heart of the rose;
the breeze tumbled a petal to the water,
drifted the pale petal across the surface of the water.
You surprised me gently.

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I thought – hoped – the emotional baggage
was safely in the locker,
just for once,
just overnight,
but like a Houdini homing pigeon
it came back,
like a smart missile locked in on thought patterns
it found the target,
penetrated the armour,
and suddenly
just after midnight
I knew how Cinderella felt,
her new world sucked back
through the vortex,
as the life we call real
returned.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Indira Babbellapati 25 October 2009

The morning sun warmed the dew from the opening rosebud; a bee visited the fragrant heart of the rose; the breeze tumbled a petal to the water, drifted the pale petal across the surface of the water. You surprised me gently. the best love story i've ever read! i salute you, sir...

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Anjali Sinha 30 June 2009

The sun warmed the breeze tumbled and I was surprised to read such lovely poems thanks sir -10 anjali

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anurag duggal 25 June 2009

Sir you write well...and i love the metaphor of memories like guided missiles..... but you have stopped commenting on my poems...i would love to hear from you once again

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Black Mendilouche 20 June 2009

This poem speaks to me - I have been the girl on the other end of that gross intrusion of reality. 'but like a Houdini homing pigeon it came back, like a smart missile locked in on thought patterns it found the target, ' This imagery I especially like.

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