Now if I had been
So inordinately drunk
As to touch your
hair
Then you’d turn around
Look me in the
eyes laughing
And would forgive
me
Because you knew me
We often smiled
at each other
And idly chatted
Your eyes told
stories
And I loved to
kiss your cheek
when you spoke my
name
It was but a game
As we admitted
nothing
Both with our
problems
Until that one
day
I stole, but you
gave, that kiss
Completely sober
We two, now
delighted
Have a very big
problem
Our special
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Oh my, this poem really stimulates the imagination.
ReplyDeleteI promise not to tell! What a gorgeous poem.
ReplyDeleteYou always seem to create a fluid strand of poetry about compassion and romance. Sounds like there is a baby involved at the end though. I wonder..
ReplyDeleteTrue love is never easy...maybe that secret will never be told...some are beset laid to rest
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