it was our first time
in minneapolis together
we held hands
fingers close, leaving only
tiny spaces, like cracks
in cement slabs.
inside the city limits
of his torn blue jeans
concrete and glass
constructed itself,
a skyscraper seeking
to penetrate the sensitive
dome of my atmosphere.
i spoke out
traffic directions:
stop, go, hold on
speed limits:
faster, slow down
keep going...
and like a good driver
he responded
with his entire body.
we got lost in each others alleys
explored uptown and downtown
and wondered
if we’d ever visit the city again.
Author notes
just comments and critques please
and thank you for reading
peace to all ~flight
In a list
A contest entry
- contest. by Melissa Gayle.
500 points, ended April 15, 2008, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
honesty
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only you could write something like this. and this just totally reminded me of an amazing movie i just watched. dirty dancing havana nights. i LOVE that movie.
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Excellent entry and so very creative. I really enjoyed this read.
Congrats on your Gold
Becky
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this is excellent.
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i so have to save this...
gosh damn you are damn good writer dear.. bravo bravo bravo ♥
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i thought this was very cool
and i wish i had written it 
this was a treat
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