In the blink of an eye ........continue this one people!
- ahorsebackposted 10 years ago
0My eye's fill with her
I take her in
one secret stolen gaze at a time
The delicacy of her thin arms wrapped
one around my shoulder
and the other tangled
wantingly
in my hair
I am mesmerized by each
sound she makes
I will never get this out of
my mind
Her...... this long sought woman
of need
She has always been there
in so many women I see
Parts of her vision lie
in each beauty that I
meet
Still the best is yet to come
is it not? I saw her again today
and she smiled
Does she now my needs ?
Does she have the same visions?
When she hands me my receipt
Her warm fingers
linger a few seconds
too long
Yes I think !
it's her - Gypsy Rose Leeposted 10 years ago0
The one I've been waiting for
Took but a moment
And love was already
At the door I asked her her name,
And she told me, Ella.
Well Ella, I laughed
I'm a lucky fella!
So I invited,
With curious glance,
To determine our luck
At budding romance:
A stroll through the park
One day after hours,
Pick violets and chat and
And relish the forest.
The evergreens
Enchanted our way...
And she playfully hid
Along the way.
Ella, oh Ella...
Where could you be,
Are you hiding
Behind that tree?
Are you beckoning
With long slender branch
Are you willing
To give me a chance?
Alas, you hide and
Trick me so...
Should I so soon
Let you go?
Listen, listen...
What do I hear,
Could it be,
You are calling me "Dear?"
But alas, you descend
And run out of sight...
I'll be looking for you
for the rest of the night.I see her walking
On the beach.
A tall tanned beauty
Out of reach.
Why should I follow?
What would she say?
So many follow
Every day.
I throw my frisbee,
She turns around
She stares at the frisbee
On ground.
Feeling embarrassed,
I pull my hat lower,
Thrust my hands in my pockets
And walk much slower.
"Forget it," I say.
"Easy" say I.
But as I proceed,
I see the disk fly.
I catch the frisbee,
Like a football.
And she smiles at me,
After-all.Waiting at the bus stop,
A real looser:
Smoking a cigarette
From the 60's.
He hasn't evolved
In all these years.
But he stands in the shadow,
Grinning.
His clothes are hip,
His white hair, cool.
I perceive much
From his being.
He knows fun
And instant ignition.
I see muscles
And power.
Cigarette smoke
Encircles about him:
His protection, his enclosure,
His barrier.
No one dares to
Intrude upon him
As he waits at the bus stop
For hours.
He waits like a tiger
With no more pounce,
Reigning in life...
In the shadows.
He grins to himself
Reminiscing the good days,
Standing alone,
In his oldness.
