The Other Day

Posted: January 16, 2015 in Poetry
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I thought of you,

that night,

we were together,

with everyone,

watching,

I couldn’t move,

like a little kid,

I only watched your legs

move near mine,

my hand frozen,

wanting to touch you,

wanting to feel only your skin,

upon my urging fingertips.

That night,

I wanted to play with you

while everyone

discreetly knew …

I have to wonder

how many

really did realize

the many nights

we no longer thought about

our clothes,

an afterthought,

laying piled in a rush,

nearby, naked, nostalgia.

Comments
  1. Veronica says:

    Love it. Very nicely told. (and your blog looks just like my new one)

    Like

  2. Aquileana says:

    Beautiful… It is nice when love and passion go together, isn’t it!?. Best wishes. Aquileana πŸ˜€

    Like

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