She has a boyfriend
usually this fact
Does not escape
But her beauty
Closes in around me
I am paralyzed
Picturing ice cubes
As she moves closer
To tell me all her boy troubles
My mouth waters as
I watch her perfect lips
Make shapes
Words
Sounds
I should be playing attention to
Be brave
Don’t back away
Stay
Feel the burn of wanting
While she remains
Completely unaware
Perfect in her ignorance
Instinctively my lips part
Only to know better
And slam shut
My eyes threaten to go on strike
As I direct them back to her gaze
She has a boyfriend
But I can wait.
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November 26, 2011 at 1:41 pm
Ben Naga
Took me back to that feeling. a place exactly the same but for one thing. I didn’t have enough self esteem to believe that I wasn’t lost, and would always be lost, however long I waited.
December 1, 2011 at 10:08 pm
shemovesme
Good God, how many times have I read of your poems to discover that I am going through the same damn thing, too many… but I am forever grateful for the company in these sinking boats…..
December 2, 2011 at 7:50 am
brassknucklehippie
Well thankfully I am not currently in this whirlwind. (But, clearly I feel your pain) I’ve been reworking poems from last year lately…something about having great distance between the time in which they were written makes them easier to rework/edit and post. I’ve got about 85 more to go and then I’ll begin to be able to work on the current ones I’m writing. I like it. It feels like time travel, but with perspective and compassion for myself.
December 29, 2011 at 7:55 pm
shemovesme
That’s a brave task….depending on what/who my subject was, going back to rework can potentially be like opening pandora’s box of unresolved feelings, but every so often I give it a go. Best of luck to you with yours.