Ask me anything
My name is Montague, I have a mouth full of words where my tongue should be.
I still get to say I kissed you today
You are all I want.
Work In Progress
Her hands ran though the weeds,
That were sewn to the river’s
Careless ripple
Releasing the grip
Of her gold, wedding band.Her final act
Of silent protest.
Couplet
#poetry
#couplet
#poem
#hands
#hunger
#err
#fear
These hands should be breaking
The chances of words
And the err of ear.
Fingers that should grasp with hunger,
Dance instead,
Drunk,
With fear.
Micro-expression
#poetry
#fingertips
#poem
#dream
I can read you better than any poem.
When you fall asleep
I see your dream in our touching fingertips.
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Gilbert Garcin, The Collector [Le Collectionneur], 2004
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Gilbert Garcin, The Collector [Le Collectionneur], 2004
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