I had my hand on the inside of her thigh,
nothing special or unusual about that,
except it was my hand on her thigh;
the girl every guy in high school fantasized about
while embarrassing his mother’s sheets.
We were friends back then, but our words
always met on the outside of our mouths.
Now, many years later, and
more than milk money in my pocket,
we whirled dreams around our tongues,
mine was old, hers new.
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21 comments:
mmmmmmm
:-]
i think i heard of this phrase a lot:
"keep your hands to yourself"
i thought u heard it too...
Wow!
That poem woke me up...
on this lazy Friday morning!
I loved it...
Great reading too!
Margie
Its good to be here ..Loved the poem
A mini-movie poem — vivid and marvelous!
another wow poem, delightfully sensual! pat, you never cease to amaze!
Oooooh ... I just love it when you talk dirty, Pat! ;-)
dreams - I think sometimes mixed with words come off like swirled smoke.
I guess we all have those thoughts. :) The farther away, the stronger they get.
funny sad and beautifully written
just right pat
thank you
A good one, I like it!:)
That says it all, especially the milk money!
I have often wondered what went on in the minds of the high school boys, and what they thought about.....now I know. haha Am I surprised, hardly.
beautiful
lovely and sensual...
mmmm .... funny how things are so much different ... even better ... the second time around
lotsa luv ann xxxx
Kai, I did!! One I chose to ignore.
Thank you Margie!! It was a little different.
Iamnasra, glad to have you here!! Thank you!!
MB, unfortunately, all fiction. Thank you!!
Polona, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!
SB, what's a little dirt between friends?
C, sometimes dreams just get burnt...
Andrew, like they'll never come true. Oh well, that's why we dream...
Thanks Floots!!
Thank you Borut!!
TIC, kind of sad isn't it??
Nea, with their tongues dragging in the dirt...
Thank you Mandy!!
Thanks Amalendu!!
Ann, thanks for coming by and commenting!! Please come back, like you say the second time around is better!!
I love "our words always met on the outside of our mouths"--what a new and vivid way of seeing this!
Firebird, thank you!! That is my favorite line too.
hey the poem no doubt is wonderful, so matter of factual rather. Somehow reminds of gertrude Stein.
sorry rather all the three that i read in your blog reminds me of Stein's style...have you read any of hers?
Wasted, thank you!! I have read a couple of hers, the titles escape my grey memory at the moment. I think she was credited for coming up with the name "lost generation" for Hemingway and all the American ex-pats in Paris. Do you write?
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