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My ain true love
by Scott CadenceShe gets up at five in the morning everyday
and she is gone before I wake
but her perfume is the first thing I smell
lingering
She pushes my buttons occasionally
to remind me we have a history of peace and tension
but points out her ring to the men at the gas station who hit on her
She still has trouble making the first move after five years
so I have to pay close attention to her hints
but she doesnt mind the monitor light has replaced fireside
She seems most receptive to discussion when sleeping
so I confess on many nights how deep this love is
and she never makes a sound
but I see the comfort in her body and on her face
and I know shes smiling inside
as we do for each other
10/24/2004 Posted on 10/24/2004
Copyright © 2024 Scott Cadence
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christopher J Davidson on 10/24/04 at 11:46 AM I relly dig a lot of the lines you used in here. It's a familiar feeling to a lot of us, and I think you captured it quite nicely. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/24/04 at 12:26 PM Well, words are capable of lying but not this SENSING. Yes, body never speaks in uncertain terms.'Communication' is an intricate thing and this form of communication is so beautiful. |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 10/24/04 at 10:06 PM This piece is observant is a very intimate way in the words that you express.. you really bring the reader into your thoughts. Great read. |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 10/25/04 at 01:33 PM I really loved this. Its filled with soft observations.. you've shown us a little bit of your Love. Thanks for the experience ;-) |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 12/30/08 at 12:45 AM Enjoyed this - tender, without superflouous fluffiness :> |
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