thinking of times
when walking for a mile
took you into a different world
climbing a hill
through clinging underbrush
filled you with apprehension
of what might be awaiting you
beyond the crest
then
to slowly open up
the pages of a book
was always more
than just a ritual of escape
the not so casual touch
of a girl’s hard breast
a boy’s lean hand
upon your shoulder
sent shudders down your spine
of inarticulate hot expectations
and brought wild images to you
at night
in lusting isolation
to keep this core
the sense of awe
of wonder and excitement
alive in you against the waves of many years
is not an easy feat
yet worth the while
it makes you see
when many just walk by
life’s gracious beauty of small moments
* * * * *
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
thinking of times
when walking for a mile
took you into a different world
climbing a hill
through clinging underbrush
filled you with apprehension
of what might be awaiting you
beyond the crest
then
to slowly open up
the pages of a book
was always more
than just a ritual of escape
the not so casual touch
of a girl’s hard breast
a boy’s lean hand
upon your shoulder
sent shudders down your spine
of inarticulate hot expectations
and brought wild images to you
at night
in lusting isolation
to keep this core
the sense of awe
of wonder and excitement
alive in you against the waves of many years
is not an easy feat
yet worth the while
it makes you see
when many just walk by
life’s gracious beauty of small moments
* * * * *
