Your skin is like autumn,
like leaves and roses and grit;
things you'd find underfoot
when shaking your shoes off at the end of the day.
Tell me you'll wait for me here,
with the thinning trees and browning grass.
You know I hate warm winters,
when the ice on the sidewalk
is just hard enough to send me crashing to the pavement;
shirt askew as I touch the earth
and my fingers come back wet.
Rain makes me romantic,
But you insist we can fall in love here;
you'll kiss me beneath sprinklers
and tint the windows in the summer.
It will work for a while,
until they send me to Germany.
I'll fall for a Barmaid named Gretel,
and only think of you when she crumbles bread for a pie;
"Ironic." I'll say
"No," she'll insist, "sugar."
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Very well written. Good seasonal imagery. Great poem, hun. I enjoyed it. ♥
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Thanks. It's actually just a repeated word I must have missed, fixed. ^_^
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hmmmm and interesting write. I like it. Makes me think of all those people who travel overseas in the military... are they truly faithful to their loves here at home. Or do they carry on with the young men and woman at the places that they visit. Thanks for sharing this interesting write with us.
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