From push comes shove!A Poem by andrew mitchell
From push comes shove. On waking up there she was.... I don't remember the how, the when, the why. I don't think she did either. Both nameless, naked not your typical introduction, we hurriedly got dressed in an air of silence. I unlocked the door. opened it, and stood back at the surreal temptation passing by, I said. " Goodbye!" " Goodbye!" she replied. She was gone. I closed the door, locked it, leaning my weight against it, relieved...... I pondered on the mystery; the no recollection of the night's event.. Crazy! From the if only, the how, the why, the when. I was missing her already, this phantom of beauty. Then the phone rang..........
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Added on November 5, 2016Last Updated on November 5, 2016 Author
andrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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