There is time for doing
And a time for undoing;
A time to let kisses come
And a time to let them
Freeze on another’s lips.
You watch others kiss
And embrace now, see
Them through the window,
How their lips come together,
How the flesh on flesh brightens
Up their day, gives it meaning.
You take note of their arms
Around each other, how his
Hands are on her butt, how
His fingers grip, and how
She just laughs as if some
Spark had awoken within her.
Dougie never kissed like that,
His hands never made the hold
Or feel, least not with you, some
Other bitch’s ass maybe, where
You didn’t know and couldn’t see.
The moon witnessed all and does
Still, that couple below in love’s
Hold, in passion’s sway, shall
Have their time of kissing
And embracing, then all
Will go and die away.
There is a time for loving
And a time for unloving,
A moment of laughter
And crying, a little touch
Of life and a short time dying.
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oh, yes, and a time for leaving. lol. that's sad. watching others be fulfilled and happy and all you think about is your partner sleeping around and if that's how he holds his mistresses. she needs to leave him! lol! great poem...I love reading your work--true life scenarios..you know how to make the reader feel what the characters in your poems feel.
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thank you, Catie.
I feel the same about reading your work. Excellent poet you.
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great poemm
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Thank you, krissy.
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