To Be - with love

I will remember
That I was beautiful, in love
That he had curly black hair
and rich magic eyes
That I crumbled
even when he stroked my fingers absently
That i watched him watch me hungrily
and felt an answering hunger
that first night
That he was graceful
even when he banged into the glass door
that lead to the the university library.
That he was profound
even when I didnt understand
the accent that blanketed his words
That he was a better cook
even when I conducted
the symphony of odours from the kitchen door.
That we were terribly happy
even when nights were spent aching for one another
across shifting shores



Poetry by Su. G
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Written on 2006-10-27 at 10:19

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Chris Fernie
Dear Su-G,

I've enjoyed reading this and your other posted poems; you have a distinctive voice to which I can relate. I have found that PoetBay is the latter-day equivalent of those home-based poetry-writing and -reading circles which thrived in Victorian times. We little voices need one another.

Cheers, Chris
2006-10-27


Neil Chalcraft
very nice, well done
2006-10-27