power of 409 [or lack thereof]

almost a week later
i still find remnants
of your gift to me
in my house and pieces of you
still lurking
in
my mind.

you thoroughly handled the
element of surprise…or either
my naivete in such matters
blinds me to game
but….

it was nice. fruit never tasted
so good, floral auras
still surround my table & yes…
you are a good judge of size
cause…uh..i was cute in it, wasn’t i?

and you’re right. we probably shouldn’t ever do this again

all that’s left now is
red residue &
oil based lavender tinged hand-prints.

oh yeah. and the memories…laced
with the hope that you’ll ask me
one day again if i can “get away for a moment”.

2007.06.30 @12:59p.m.

1 Comment »

  1. tremaine Said:

    this is my favorite at the moment b/c it’s so revealing w/o saying much at all. you hesitate a lot in your writing, much like I do, so I’m very biased towards that. I cannot pic favorite quotes, the entire poem is damn good.


{ RSS feed for comments on this post} · { TrackBack URI }

Leave a Comment