Comments about Anthony Kintanar
Sometimes love goes skin deep
As when you leaned on me
So slightly, and I leaned back,
Brushing your shoulder,
While we half-whispered
A half-toned conversation,
And I felt the heat of sun
In the faint houselight.
Our feet wore protracting soles.
Not asking each other
About sadness, we took time
To walk the distance for a drink.
We quietly saved each detail, it seemed,
Like a morsel for some future hunger,
Out of habit. Even soulmates, after all,
Have parted for what they wanted to keep.
And perhaps we told parables
In simple gestures. ...