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 Apr 2017 spartan73
rose
2:00 a.m.
 Apr 2017 spartan73
rose
Raspberry tea at 2:18 A.M.
is a Band-Aid to my loneliness
 Apr 2017 spartan73
Garry
I still
recall
how we first met

Catz JCR
1984

crowded bar
eyes met
love at first sight?
Not quite

Though
there was
much liking
me to to you
one way
I had nothing
you wanted

you had
dark hair
crooked smile
and
dancing eyes to die for

We talked
you laughed
I grumbled

Your friend
bought me a pint.
I was sad
it wasn't you.

We drank
you left
I drank some more
and went
to bed.
Alone

Months later
in a punt
random chance
beer picnic
botle opener?
No chance.

Punt side cap removal
I taught you.
You tried it
hurt your finger.
I was sad.
you were happy
bandaged hand
essay excuse.

We fell in love
your crooked smile
and
dancing eyes to die for
My car
and hairy shoulders

Years later

you still
have crooked smile
and
dancing eyes to die for
now own own car

I have
....
hairy back and you
Mostly my poems are pure make believe - especially the ones about murdering people, honest.  
This one is exactly how I met my wife.
She didn't much like me.  I have a thing for eyes.
How do you taste a woman?
Do you let your breath
Take over her skin
Or do you,
Gently
Uncover
Her treacherous,
Deceitful, delightful touch?

Do you take her sight for granted,
As if it was yours to own,
As if she would
Never vanish,
Or do you know
She's nothing more
Than a chimera on a wall,
Than Clotho's spinning thread
In an ancient story of forgiveness...

Do you trust her soft and humid body,
Like a silky cloth soaked in
Spicy peppermint oil,
Or do you fear
Her lips
As if they'll
Harm the pulse
Of your easily grown
Desire for all that she has enchanted?

Do you let her fingers linger
Somewhere in between
The locks of hair,
As they were
Her only to poses,
And make them come alive
Like serpents shadows on a desert's moonlight?

All in all, a woman cannot be
Taken for granted,
As she isn't there
Only because
You see her
Near.
No.
A woman is
A passing shadow
For your mesmerized vision.

A woman is that summer rain
On your heated body,
Or that devastating
Storm on a
Moroccan
Desert.
She is both
Dust and wind,
Love and hatred,
Hope and despair.
She is nothing more
Than clear, cold water.

So drink the woman
As you taste
Water
Turned
Into good wine
And tell me, stranger...
How do you taste a woman?
thank you for all your comments and likes. never thought that this poem would be so appreciated. thank you again and again.
 Apr 2017 spartan73
Jim Davis
Mommy loved Daddy
Then me

©  2017 Jim Davis
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i cry in the night
with no one to share my grief
just the moon and stars
my tears stream down unnoticed
now that I have lost it all
and my past and my future
blur to distant horizons
and my life seems a mirage
yet somewhere deep inside me
there is a tiny glimmer
that refuses to be snuffed
defiant, ever hopeful
reaching for the sun
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