It was an evening
Somewhere,
I was vaguely aware of a guiding hand on my back,
Some words tossed at my ear,
Of my feet bound by shoes to the floor
When his eyes met mine in the blink of an eye.
Another blink and they were gone
Like a glass of champagne that has slipped from my grasp,
And my feet no longer felt the floor
And the hand no longer guided me.
I saw him below me in the next instant
As I floated upward
And all that was recognizable was his outline.
Someone was studying my empty face then,
Holding tight to the string of a balloon
Escaping towards the sky.
Poor boy.
I am an older girl now,
And yet not bound by shoes or hands,
Or lucky for him, eyes.
Come, boy.
Pull me along and I will be dragged.
Mind you don't let go.
Author notes
Am I back on allpoetry? God knows.
Comments
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Thanks, dearie! Oh, so Mercedes...I have like, three photos to submit (photos! something different for once!) and I keep forgetting! Mrf.
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wow, i hope that you stay back on allpoetry!! i have missed your poems!
i really like the annalogy between you and the balloon, its unique, descriptive, and personal. mercedes??? lol
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