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Summer Night
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Summer Night |
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Bronzeage Member
since 2007-07-20
Posts 197
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Authors note: There were about 2000 September 11ths before the year 2001. Things often happen on any randon day of the year, which will forever color that date. Before 2001, the date meant nothing more to me than any other day. Today I discovered a significance I never before attached to it. Many years ago, September 11th fell on the Saturday after Labor Day, which was how I remembered it. When we write in the first person, it is easy for the reader to assume what they read is factual and often very current. This piece is factual with allowance for poetic licence. The place has been altered, a few details have been left out, but the feelings are real. Summer Night I was the boy who came to your window late at night, and helped you climb out so we could go lie on a blanket in the field behind your house. You do remember me. You may have me confused. Its hard to imagine I was once such a skinny, slobbering, clumsy boy, who had trouble getting your jeans unzipped. I remember your face as the moon rose over the trees. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. I wanted the sun to rise so I could roll you over and look at every part of you. If love is measured by how much it consumes, I have never loved anything or anyone as much as I loved you that night. The only reason I left you that night was to get you back into your bedroom before your parents woke up and found you missing In a perfect world we would still be two young lovers locked together on a blanket lain on a grassy field a warm summer breeze across my back my heart beating so loud I could barely hear you whisper please in my ear. Any night when I look up and see a summer sky with a full moon caught in a tree. I am back on that blanket with you. I had heard about it I had read about it I had imagined it a thousand times but nothing had prepared me for feeling of entering you for the first time. The fire in my spine burned through my brain and I was melted in a cauldron and poured into you You gasped and I knew I had hurt you but the fire was burning through my back where your hands held me and all I could do was open my mouth and incinerate us both in the flames. I held you so tight I was afraid you would break but I could not let go or move. We were pressed together from our necks to our thighs, your breasts flattened against my hairless chest. I thought I would never move again and be forever frozen to you but the smell of your hair and the sound of your breath so close to my ear woke me from my from my sleep I slowly pulled back and your breath became a whimper and again please like a cry from a well, far away, yet so clear in my ear drawing me back into you. There we were, untaught and unschooled young lovers, who knew nothing but each other learning each other and making it up Me thrusting into you at the urging of your fingers in my hair and your mouth knawing at my ear pleading not to stop not to ever stop to hold you and fill you forever. Forever is easy when time stops Forever is your chin clamped to my shoulder Forever is our mouths sealed so there is only one breath between us Forever is your arms and legs wrapped around me as I pick you up off the ground and we fall back to earth I will never stop I will never let go I will cling to you like precious life not to be shook off. Part of me will hold you forever. Part of you will forever be in me. And so suddenly I burst open and you climb inside my ribs to hold my heart. Oh sweet love, can you love me forever? Can you stay inside me forever Can I feel you hold my heart forever. Type II poet. Its worth the work. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Intense...artfully done. Much applause. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Pretty nice...James |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
obviously a very real, heartfelt, personal, emotive, and powerful 'write'! [as likely mentioned elsewhere, I cannot 'do' direct 'realism'; but tremendously admire those who can!] serious, sustained applause!! |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
What a wonderful piece of writing. You swept me up and took me on an emotional ride - bringing back memories. You brought back memories. I love how open you are in this poem - thank you for sharing with those of who choose to read. Thank you. A |
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