a short story ...
I speek of the aproved
words with no affection
you answer sensibly
all grown-up
and beneath it all
- do you see me
the dress I am wearing
can you feel how in my imgaination
your are holding me
- is that Ok?
No, now we have to go
luncheon is through
we are in a hurry
and I decide this is the last time
your ring shines so brightly now
but I wonder
did you feel my longing
how it slipped
down into the pocket of your jacket
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-01-27 at 08:41
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