we weren’t destined to meet
a black bottle, a few flowery touches and
cold cubes that mimicked hot dice
rolled a bet with just enough scratch
for a room with bad lighting
our frantic hands
stripped away more than labels
our hungry mouths
fashioned words on stained cotton
our entwined legs
beat on dark motel velvet
but a new day’s integrity
revealed our imperfect forms
stale breath buried any lingering hopes
you were in it for the quick sale
I was in it for the everlasting bargain
we were at best
a performance piece
with no curtain call
swirl skating
anntogether 
Love this one!
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A little spice;) for a new week
thanks so much, John
am:)
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Oh, my. 🙂
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ooo, la, la;)
am:)
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Got me a case of the vapors, I do. 🙂
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I think I should probably remove the bottle of wine I keep in my computer cubby – we’re becoming great friends – but most nights it’s a one-way conversation;)
am:)
email this week
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AnnMarie time! Beautiful work as always AnnMarie! Hope you had a lovely day today! AnnMarie is Number One. Greatest artist ever, Greatest person ever! Greatest friend ever! woo hoo!
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Hi there, Dan,
thanks! hope all is well over there in your writing, rockin’ world
am:)
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It’s been an exciting time with my book. I thought the book ‘needed More AnnMarie’ so added more of you in Chapter Seventeen. This book has come along great and will get better I am really pumped to turn it into one of my greatest books ever.
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You are a prolific writer, young man:) and generous to include your friends
am:)
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Thanks AnnMarie you are one of my favorite people I like to write about. A very sweet humble gifted person and a very kind soul.
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OMG.
First response: I’m blushing having read these red-hot words.
Second response: This is frickin’ wondersome, AM!
“You were in it for the quick sale / I was in it for the everlasting bargain” — magnifico! (Italian for “magnificent,” FYI).
I’m sittin’ here drinking red wine and listening to Franco Corelli sing some damn romantic aria and reading these words and … Well, whoohoo! The tone/attitude is hot, the art is cool in a very hot way, and this post is, down to those closing lines, perfecto.
DS
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Hey, there DS
honestly, when I wrote this a few hours ago I didn’t think it was overly woo-ish, but perhaps I undershot the woo;) I hope this doesn’t mean that I’m turning into a dirty-minded old gal but I don’t know it yet!
I do thank you, my friend – for your exceedingly kind words here and cheers to the red. I have to refill my computer nook stash – I should just hook a giant straw from the wine store on the corner to my studio and get it over with;)
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You absolutely should (hook a giant straw from wine store to your place), lol. Your post ain’t dirty, Miss, it’s sexy as hell. You know, reading this I’m thinking you got another iron in the creative fires — we’ll have to discuss. You got the chops, let’s say. Red wine is devine; white is just all right (hey! I just made that up, just now! Pretty good, eh?). Seriously though, you dun good on this ‘en, and you’ve displayed a new side of your multi-talents.
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that’s it then – tomorrow I buy straws and start a-linkin’
I don’t think it’s an iron more like a brick that happened to land without hitting my big toe;)
thank you, DS
I think my intense social media burst of the past week has overburdened my sensory organs with sex in all its permutations both real and fake (mostly fake and overly large and silly)
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🙂
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I read these amazing lines and I think: she has an incredible gift. Your phraseology stands alone, quite in a class by itself, my dear AM.
“Cold cubes that mimicked hot dice”– that could be a metaphor for 99% of what passes for real life. “New day’s integrity revealing imperfect forms” evokes the cold, hard and very brutal light of day, and “stale breath buried any lingering hopes” is absolutely devastating. Your wonderful sketches always seem to function as an alluring counterpoint.
I could go on but words fail me, as the ventriloquist said to the dummy. Dark motel velvet… that reminds me: I think it’s time to put more duct tape on my slippers… : )
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Ah, my most favorite funny person-you know my dear friend, Mark-there is not enough humor in the this world of ours. It makes my heart glad that someone as talented as you reads someone like me. When this reading occurs worlds collide (now you might be thinking stellar collision is a bad thing but oh, contrare-it is quite the positive reinforcement ) and then there is happy all around.
I do humbly and greatly appreciate your generous words and I value your inspiration especially since it comes from an endearingly warmhearted chap who does some mighty fine line work;)
thank you
am:)
hey, I think it’s way past my bedtime
hope I didn’t sound too delirious
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I came, I saw, I collided.
I returned, I reeled, I delirious.
I happy.
You I thank.
Hmm. Why I channel Caesar, then Yoda? : )
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welcome, you are
Perhaps Yoda followed in Caesar’s footsteps (minus the murder because that wasn’t very nice) – only light years later-Yoda does dress like a Roman;)
happiness onward, merriest Mark:)
Happy weekend
am:)
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