oft on bus seated next,
every one of your senses
adjusting, modulating,
to her unpredictable
solar flaring
you don't ever risk
that first missing
misstep,
your entirety is
sun bursted
(un)/consumed
in unhappy joy of her
consuming presence
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
you laugh
years later
re the topic of
your first shaky
foot in the mouth
a classic misstep
first bow shot,
opening one liner
and each storied retelling
is nature!s
snow and rain
refilling
the love of your
groundwater table
welling up
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
you love her scent
the silly hats she wears,
her short skirts arouse,
that last open button
a misstep invitation,
angry it incenses,
her every solitary everything is
incense,
pervading a daily
co-riding
passenger's
oxygen? starved soul
~~~~~~~~~
her umbrella is a wet
selfie stick
accidentally opening and dousing
an un random next door
seatmate
just another unlucky misstep for
someone sitting next store,
oil on the fire of
happily ever after
two selfies are last seen as
one
un selfishly
toweling each other off and
on
with wet kisses
~~~~~~~~~~~
you eavesdrop on her
earbud music,
weep internally you do with
crazed jealously
The Temptations
are so unfairly
singing to her
"Ain't to Proud to Beg"
and neither are you
you heart is misstepping
to every beat,
your fingers
thrumming,
you idiot, not quietly enough
humming
in the next seat
the first,
will not be
the last
smile exchanged
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
poem writing on the tablet,
amidst the groaning awful
no moving
city traffic
overheated bus
combustible with
winter snow dampness,
wet dog sweat smelling people clothes
all you want to do is get home
shower off
the daily dirt
the poetry writing pastime
is the place
where you put yourself
to better to pass over
your sour surroundings
her finger rattlesnakes,
misstepping over,
noisily invading,
the invisible boundary
constructed to hold up the
eye-averting
Keep Out sign
to momentary,
too neighborly
strangers
her red painted
pointer finger
smudge prints on your tablet,
accompanied with
bespoke words
"try this"
that smudge suggestion
won't come off
insisting on crediting
a shared authorship,
you ask for her
email and cell,
so you can share
her
forever
co jointed tangled
bus and bed sheet first efforts
on writing, all about
what you play~argue
what should your entitled poem
be titled
you think
endless short love story bus poems
but she prefers,
with red fingers persuading
the first misstep is the best
both see the merit
in each other
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 5:51 AM UTC
oft on bus seated next,
every one of your senses
adjusting, modulating,
to her unpredictable
solar flaring
you don't ever risk
that first missing
misstep,
your entirety is
sun bursted
(un)/consumed
in unhappy joy of her
consuming presence
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
you laugh
years later
re the topic of
your first shaky
foot in the mouth
a classic misstep
first bow shot,
opening one liner
and each storied retelling
is nature!s
snow and rain
refilling
the love of your
groundwater table
welling up
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
you love her scent
the silly hats she wears,
her short skirts arouse,
that last open button
a misstep invitation,
angry it incenses,
her every solitary everything is
incense,
pervading a daily
co-riding
passenger's
oxygen? starved soul
~~~~~~~~~
her umbrella is a wet
selfie stick
accidentally opening and dousing
an un random next door
seatmate
just another unlucky misstep for
someone sitting next store,
oil on the fire of
happily ever after
two selfies are last seen as
one
un selfishly
toweling each other off and
on
with wet kisses
~~~~~~~~~~~
you eavesdrop on her
earbud music,
weep internally you do with
crazed jealously
The Temptations
are so unfairly
singing to her
"Ain't to Proud to Beg"
and neither are you
you heart is misstepping
to every beat,
your fingers
thrumming,
you idiot, not quietly enough
humming
in the next seat
the first,
will not be
the last
smile exchanged
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
poem writing on the tablet,
amidst the groaning awful
no moving
city traffic
overheated bus
combustible with
winter snow dampness,
wet dog sweat smelling people clothes
all you want to do is get home
shower off
the daily dirt
the poetry writing pastime
is the place
where you put yourself
to better to pass over
your sour surroundings
her finger rattlesnakes,
misstepping over,
noisily invading,
the invisible boundary
constructed to hold up the
eye-averting
Keep Out sign
to momentary,
too neighborly
strangers
her red painted
pointer finger
smudge prints on your tablet,
accompanied with
bespoke words
"try this"
that smudge suggestion
won't come off
insisting on crediting
a shared authorship,
you ask for her
email and cell,
so you can share
her
forever
co jointed tangled
bus and bed sheet first efforts
on writing, all about
what you play~argue
what should your entitled poem
be titled
you think
endless short love story bus poems
but she prefers,
with red fingers persuading
the first misstep is the best
both see the merit
in each other
I love this poem. I do.
Lyrics to "Ain't to Proud to Beg"
I know you wanna leave me,
but I refuse to let you go
If I have to beg and plead for your sympathy,
I don't mind coz' you mean that much to me
Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Ain't to proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't leave me, girl, don't you go
Now I heard a cryin' man,
is half a man with no sense of pride
But if I have to cry to keep you,
I don't mind weepin' if it'll keep you by my side
Ain't to proud to beg, sweet darlin
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Ain't to proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
If I have to sleep on your doorstep
all night and day just to keep you from walkin' away
let your friends laugh, even this I can stand
cause I want to keep you any way I can
Ain't too proud to beg, sweet darlin'
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Ain't to proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Now I've gotta love so deep in the pit of my heart
And each day it grows more and more
I'm not ashamed to come and plead to you baby
If pleadin' keeps you from walkin' out that door
Ain't too proud to beg, you know it sweet darlin'
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Ain't to proud to plead, baby, baby
Please don't leave me girl, don't you go
Baby, baby, baby, baby (sweet darling)
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