dance-walking
slow
quick quick
step, turn
quarter, half
full on
I think of you
while guys laugh by
that Riverside
a lady passes
on her cell
well, remember
when conversations
were present
face and yours to mine
I don't believe in time
I am forced to
hold you
and you remind me best
of Him
I have not felt
so well
since my memory
falls off
I think on that feeling
find you
I do
you are a memory
of my dream
forgive these eyes
if they romanticize
warm breath
on my neck
I turn
cold
turns warm
both winds
we
what does
time mean
for you?
I would have us
turn all our good nights
to good mornings
but that is the tale
of husbands
that has yet
to be seen
Author notes
I wrote this March 14, 2007. Came 'cross it amongst my collection of loose notes and writes. I guess it was one of those ones I would never consider sharing ever, but it's powerful and I guess I don't feel the need to hide it now.
The original fits onto one 81/2" by 11" folded page into four quardrants (quatro pattern basically). Each stanza fits into a quadrant, top left, top right, bottom left and bottom right respectively.
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You'll probably never read this comment, since you've seemingly given up Allpoetry.com forever (thanks to me), but I just wanted to let you know that you had an impact on my life, and your poetry makes me come back and read it again and again.
I remember that night, and I remember the feelings. Thanks for penning them so well.
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