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Dane
by Beth K HannahA thunderstorm to my parched
Throat
Rain cascading to my toes
Illuminating my hair
My skin
Every part of me
When you smile.
Forgiving your odd choice
Of transportation
Letting you despise my music
Weaving my day dreams with reality
In a futile engagement to see you.
Every one of your nervous habits
Strands of hair in your eyes
Guitar string filled fingers
Shadows of the eyes that I pray to
The sunlight crossing your scar tissue
Making you unearthly
Abask in unconformity that I yearn for
An exploration of you that I desire
More than my own voice.
I sacrificed my a b and c's to get you
Pulled myself back to reality
Just to hear you talk about cocaine filled movies
A snide comment on Teddy Roosevelt
And watch the way the flourescent lights danced on you
You are my prison.
But I am not worried about getting out.
08/19/2003 Author's Note: No other title fits this poem. These words will do nothing to really describe the boy. He is just simply something wonderful. I pretend that I can put him into a simple thing like a poem, but no I can't measure up.
Posted on 08/19/2003
Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 08/19/03 at 06:09 PM He are hard to capture in any form. But this is gorgeous my dear. Very nicely done:) |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 09/01/03 at 02:57 AM Quite a pleasant expression of being head over heels; it's difficult to get lovers into poetry, but you capture the essence of it very well. |
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