Sometimes I Write Poetry…

April 22, 2009 § Leave a comment

How It Started and What It Was Like For Me

Toes curled around
your toes wrapped around
my ankle
while your arms wish
for someone else
to share a thick October sky.

Face framed by blanket,
hair hiding eyes,
"You’re beautiful like that,"
as though your words could hide
how your eyes replace her face
over mine.

"It would be so easy."
And action soon replaces words
under blankets on grass
while I become your experience
and she remains your dream.

And just like the shadows that swallowed us
while our bodies swallowed each other
The idea of her shades my idea
of how you really feel
about the one you’re holding
versus the one you’re holding out for.


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