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Click hereYou were coy when you pulled my hand to your groin,
I was naive to let you.
But these summer flings,
they fade so quickly and when August returns,
will you still be at those picnic tables?
Gracefully smoking your Turkish Camels, their purple box so mysterious, intriguing,
exotic.
Or were those your eyes looking upon me while I shook my wet hair.
"I'm wet" I said.
"It's raining," you replied.
And for those split seconds,
I might have loved you.
But I broke eye contact
because like I told you,
"I felt too transparent,"
and like I told you,
"I'd hate to be known."
So we'll hug goodbye and we'll walk out those doors.
Nothing more than friends,
and nothing more than memories,
and lyrics to songs of heartbreak to remember you by.
...should definitely have a red H beside it! Waiting....
Tess
hit like a hammer
~Nothing more than friends,
and nothing more than memories,
and lyrics to songs of heartbreak to remember you by. ~
That's a phrase I've lived and yet been looking for my whole life.
Excellebt job
I love the sweetness of this poem.
Then a lil heartbreak thrown in.
I can see it as it all unfolds.
Gracefull ... heartfelt.
Good poem here~!!
...is impressive. this poem is wonderfully understated, and maturely phrased.
tense error in quotation:
"I felt too transparent," should be "I feel too transparent."
i think the last stanza could be better, less openly sentimental. and i think your line-breaking in this poem needs to be improved.
but overall, it's a wonderful effort. and i am remiss not having told you sooner that i find your work appealing.
~patrick
Wow, a lovely poem of
what could have been.
Wonderfully descriptive
emotions with underlying
beauty.
Thanks.
~ Jenn