Lingering
We kissed in a summer thunderstorm,soaked you cloaked me in your arms
and as rain streamed, streaking,
I balanced on your shoes,
the straps of my sandals
cutting delicate lines from running,
uneven streets, cobbles slipping
as somehow we slid into each other
and kissed and you didn't know
if the rain was tears and it was so tender.
Afterwards we leant against a wall,
you lit a cigarette, passed it to me,
I took a drag and let a cloud plume,
steam from the hot sun and electric storm,
wildly exhilarated, heart beating.
You said you loved me and I laughed
and in the years since, you say it periodically.
We've been through youth and dreams,
danced and sung, woven drunken steps,
taken hair raising rides in those silly cars
that flatter your ego and I don't care about.
We've rolled on cushions at reunions,
you've saved the best table in bars.
The bar is too high though and the price
too exhorbitant - for I could so easily love you,
remember that wet, warm kiss,
the way your hands trailed up my spine,
how I seemed weightless,
yet all it was, was a stolen moment,
in that confusing unguarded time of being young,
feeling strong, the world was there
even in silly shoes and inappropriate clothing.
So you call and we meet, you offer me
all that it is that I cannot accept,
you the exception and me the rule
that love is not always fair
and a kiss in a storm, is just a storm
that tears have long since washed away.
I love you in that part that wouldn't be me
in the young girl balancing on shoes
as rain flooded through the streets
and I found a haven for a moment
and the kiss that still lingers even now.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2015-05-25 at 20:11
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