Peace and Fire

We kissed:
lips groping without knowing,
hands benign and trembling,
timid and still.
You were a gift I did not understand.
I had no way to accept the
strange dichotomy of peace and fire.
When I moved away to California
the ocean became my lover and
sand buttressed my heart;
I began to understand.

car kiss  64skylark


(upper left car:; upper right:; shot of Salt Creek at Dana Point:

About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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2 Responses to Peace and Fire

  1. Tender reflection Stew
    ..Chris Ackerman came to you weave words and thread thoughts is fluid.thanks ol pal

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