And now it is today, when it used to be yesterday. And I should sleep, because that is the best cure for today.

Nite, all. You are so good to me. Many thanks.

xo

This was beautiful. Rated.

Such a "factual" poem is rarely this hot. And yet, "The one-hundred degree heat worked as a coolant . . . "

Damn. Even your comment is poetry.

Jeeezus! You are indeed a writer of poetry. Beautiful images thruout. 'Your belt was not necessary. My shoes were.' Hawt! Rated.

Breathless.

You are so good at this. Exceptional.

Now I know why Robert Browning fell in love with Elizabeth Barret upon simply reading her poems.

You have that same power.

I appreciate the beauty of the poetry now. But I still take it literally. It seems to me that all poetry is personal. There is no fiction among poets. Is that true?

I'm starting to hope that someone more interesting that ourselves is reading these...

awwwww

Wow.

Rated.

Steamy. And gooood.

Compelling images. Like Owl, I found the cooling 100-degree heat arresting, as was your heart transplant.

Sounds like a good day to remember!
I really loved this style.

Very nice
rated

This was just breathtaking. His growing shoes and unecessary belt-buckle are hot images and it is apparent that this man did not merely relocate your heart two inches...he stole it, packed it and flew away with it.
-rated-

atta-site!! Had me wanting to be leaving!!

Thanks, all. I just posted this one and went to bed. Though, sleep was very elusive last night.

Alexis - thank you for reading. Wishing you well.

Owl - thanks. I guess lists of facts can be hot, eh? (And it was.) Always, thanks for stopping by.

hey, dragonlady - thanks again. You picked up on two of my fave lines in it.

Nice to meet you, Renee. Thank you.

Stephen, thank you. I end up with these images and words in my head... never sure how they'll come out. Your comment makes me feel like I need a cigarette (and I don't smoke) out on my back porch. Or, maybe I just need to pace a little. Something. I need to do something.

hi, kellylark! Good question! I don't think I've written a fictional poem, maybe a slightly fantasized one, but not fiction. I can't speak for other poets though, but mine are always a real thing I saw or felt.

doloresflores_d - hmmmmmm, not sure who that might be, but... maybe I should wish that too? thanks much.

Thanks, Brian. You know I appreciate your visits.

(I'm off to farmer's market now. Tomatoes.)

Wow, girl. This made me blush.
Hope you found some juicy tomatoes....

I enjoyed learning from this.

Wow! Amazing images. And still, we remember the details of truth. Rated

I am so happy to read this! That reflection energizes you, good for the both of us. Understand? rated, and very good!

I think I love you guys. Really.

Tink - Yeah, it was sort of a big 'wow' day. Thanks.

Dayna, thank you. and yes, it was steamy. 100 degrees outside that day.

Hi, Pilgrim. Thanks for reading. I like the word 'transplant'. I think that's a better way to describe it.

ladyfarmerjed - thank you! Love seeing you here. And yes.... it's a good anniversary to remember.

Thanks, KoB. I appreciate it.

Mothership, you are right. Thank you for visiting.

Thanks, scanner.

dharmabummer - Funny though, on that day, neither of us blushed. (I got some heirloom tomatoes. My faves.) Thanks.

patricia... you have me wondering what you learned.... thanks for reading.

rainee - I don't expect I will ever forget these truths. I tried to once, and it didn't work.

Patrick, yes, I think I do understand. I'm glad I shared this one. Thanks for reading.

This hurts a good hurt.

Hi, 'hello', yes... I've been thinking that all day. It hurts so much to miss this, but I'm so glad I had this day in the first place. (Took me a long time to get to that way of thinking about it.) Thanks for the visit.

Beautiful.

This is a truth.

Thank you, dlschulbenn. What a lovely comment.

UPDATE: I made a couple of edits. Nothing drastic, just my attempt to make this more accurate. I need more precision with this one.

Wow, this makes me feel. Sad? Something. I could so relate to it, though.

awww, Rich, I love seeing you here. Thanks for stopping.

Yes, sad is probably right. I did ok with it yesterday (the anniversary), but today I feel sad, sad, sad.

waking,

You are so hot and cold as in passion-on-fire, and then so much sadness too. I enjoy seeing different sides, and sense a longing for a change that is not likely. Maybe I am reading in way too much.

Grif,

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

You are very smart.

shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Graphic. 100-degree heat a coolant. Wow! Some kiss!

Harvey, yes, yes, it was some kiss. Thanks for reading.

Sigh. I really like this one. It feels different from the others and I'll be damned if I can explain exactly why. More halted or stunted, in a purposeful way. Like a story desperately trying to come out. Very nice.

Thanks, Beth. I'm glad you like it.

It is a different style, and really is a bit of a list. No interesting line-breaks or anything. It sort of comes across as the facts as we would have negotiated them, had we negotiated. (You'll note I did not include anything about how either of us felt.)

Oooooo! "I'm tellin!" hahaha that was pretty good! ; )

Lovely, a bit sad, and now has me wanting to read more about after the plane departed.

R. Mariea, shhhhhhhhhhhhh! Please. :)

Lisa, thanks for reading. I hope to be able to write about that some day. Still looking for those words. xo to you.

I feel like an intruder by even commenting on this. I don't think I have ever seen a wound describe so beautifuly.

Adam, thank you. Honestly? After a week of this one being out here in the world? I feel like I'm intruding, too.
(Who were those people?)

Oh, life.