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as if petrified stone
by Lauren Singeras if petrified stone
i watch him carefully.
something about the secret glances
and the grazing hands.
little lingering gestures,
lit cigarettes and a full moon.
slow-paced conversation leg to leg.
it's not comfortable enough to sigh,
no complaints about how you make my insides dance.
i'm not still shaking, but i'm still tense.
i want to make this night last,
i know it's only moments before you walk,
before we retire to our own beds
and regress about nights past and to come.
i haven't slept for weeks
without our sporadic meetings in my dreams.
subconsciously, i can't shake you.
you always leave too soon,
maybe i'll sleep well tonight. 09/16/2005 Posted on 09/16/2005
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 09/16/05 at 05:45 AM brilliant, outstanding, vivid, memorable, and it puts a little vague longing in my heart. god, I love that feeling. |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 08/06/06 at 06:20 AM I loved the last stanza. Because it hurts in a way. and hurting makes me feel alive. that sounded cryptic, didn't it? Sigh. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 09/30/06 at 05:31 PM Lauren, this poem is so compelling, sincere and so achingly vivid, I felt myself going back in time. That's not a bad thing. :) |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 09/30/06 at 05:31 PM Lauren, this poem is so compelling, sincere and so achingly vivid, I felt myself going back in time. That's not a bad thing. :) |
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