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by Beth K Hannah

Gasping through the cold air
My eyes burning like the sun
Your hands cloud my hands
And our skin meet in a quiet tango
Our adventures of midnight patrols
Creating foxholes to sleep in
Hiding every bit of our sin from the public
Occult and breathless
We adourn the manifestation we create
With our hidden letters and soft voices
Meeting when the clock stops ticking.

Now that we have drifted apart
Due to unkept promises and brief flames
Our hearts find themselves no longer pixilated
By the lusts we used to share
Will we greet each other in the streets
Or keep cloths over our eyes
And never utter the skins of our names
Unless we let a long dead cat out of the bag

Was I just a girl you knew?
Were you just a boy I wanted?
And did our feelings just melt into the stars
And the sunset
To wait for the next best thing?

09/30/2003

Author's Note: I have never experienced a hidden affair or kept secret mutual lust. The wind shifts too much for my feelings to ever be secret or stay in one place for too long. And how I like to let the wind take care of me...

Posted on 10/01/2003
Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jolie Jordan on 10/01/03 at 04:36 AM

Nice.. good read, I enjoyed it, though the pixilated line seems a bit out of place here.

Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/02/03 at 10:23 PM

This poem is very passionate and 'mind-catching.' I truly enjoyed your perspective on nature and the interactions people have with another. Great read.

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