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Whispered Love
by Michael Escoubas

I love the gentle
whispers of wind
in the harbor. I hear
them, feel them, in your
deft brushstrokes.
They move the water
the way a man walks
beside the woman he loves
in a thickness of confidence.
This is the sweet smell
of love; ships naked;
their sails tucked in for bed.
They seem content
under a blue and white
canopy. They model,
in their tranquility,
everything I long to be
with my love beside me.

After, Ships in a Harbor, by Claude Monet, painted in 1873.  

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