You hardened me as I stirred my coffee,
I also stirred just south of it's gaping black maw,
sweet and low I trembled, then you smiled at me
as if you knew, and then you took a seat
at a table by the window,
steamed by the January chill,
Your eyes drifted to me
more often then normal,
and being in a rather obvious state,
I remained rigid in my chair.
but I left you my number
fingerpainted in the condensation
on the window outside
as I passed your table...
on the way to my car.
You were reading last weeks
edition of this magazine,
and i saw you scribble my number
in eyeliner pencil on it's border,
The night was colder without your glance,
please call me when you read this memory,
The phone is my sidekick,
but I left my heart
in a starbucks as a tip
on how to reach me.
"please do!"
A contest entry
- You, were wearing a green dress... by tara wilson.
1700 points, ended July 30, 2007, 19 entries
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Comments
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awww, thi is so sweet, again a clear picture painted for me of furtive glances and small smiles, deep breaths while courage is mustered. (or passions are tamed.) simply gorgeous.
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This is lovely...and so very soft and romantic, spiced with a gentle longing. This poem made me smile...
~ Nicolette
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"but I left you my number
fingerpainted in the condensation
on the window outside
as I passed your table...
on the way to my car."
Artis...you are so romantic...so creative...
I love this
Thank you so much for your entry
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