{"id":1835,"date":"2012-10-22T15:55:53","date_gmt":"2012-10-22T15:55:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1835"},"modified":"2012-10-24T00:40:40","modified_gmt":"2012-10-24T00:40:40","slug":"laurie-kolp-1012","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/laurie-kolp-1012\/","title":{"rendered":"Laurie Kolp, 10\/12"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The Aftertaste of Us<\/strong><\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Walls, the color of your<\/div>\n<div>eyes enveloped me that<\/div>\n<div>lively summer day when I<\/div>\n<div>sprang from your rein, ran<\/div>\n<div>the other way, a caged cougar<\/div>\n<div>free at last. The cracked soil<\/div>\n<div>was the color of your hair,<\/div>\n<div>between my toes, a hindrance<\/div>\n<div>until heat- heavier than your<\/div>\n<div>fisted hands- became my fuel,<\/div>\n<div>the wind my breath. I<\/div>\n<div>swept through the champagne<\/div>\n<div>field away from your vindictive<\/div>\n<div>voice calling out to me<\/div>\n<div>as I swallowed the bitter<\/div>\n<div>aftertaste of us.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;<\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Laurie Kolp&#8217;s links and blogs can be found here:\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<div><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><em><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.lkharris-kolp.blogspot.com\/\" rel=\"nofollow\" target=\"_blank\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Conversations With Laurie<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/em><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.lkkolp.wordpress.com\/\" rel=\"nofollow\" target=\"_blank\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><em>Bird&#8217;s-Eye Gemini<\/em><\/span><\/a><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><em><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.conversationswithacardinal.blogspot.com\/\" rel=\"nofollow\" target=\"_blank\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Conversations With A Cardinal<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/em><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #000000;\"><em><span style=\"font-family: 'Bookman Old Style';\"><a href=\"http:\/\/redroom.com\/member\/laurie-kolp\" rel=\"nofollow\" target=\"_blank\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Red Room<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/em><\/span><\/div>\n<div><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Aftertaste of Us Walls, the color of your eyes enveloped me that lively summer day when I sprang from your rein, ran the other way, a caged cougar free at last. 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