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Amelia: running together.

by Andrew S Adams

come on, put
your socks on
and your shoes

walk outside and
smoke with me.
it's a cold day
the sun is bright
and in the absence of
shadow it is marvelous;
however, the trees are
covering much of this
city so hold me close

i'll kiss you when
everyone is looking
and scream your name
as loud as i can,
if you'll just
throw on your socks
and shoes
and walk down to the bus-
stop with me, start with
your left foot
and then right foot
hand in hand in
the autumnal chill of
late september
just walk with me

until we're out of
breath and the sidewalk
ends and then
we can run together
like so many words
wasted on pages left
out in the rain declaring
true love but lost as the
ink drips off the page
and the expression is
all but ruined,
let us run until then
and then
we can take off
our shoes and socks
and sit upon the curb
in a rainy street and
have a smoke together
as the traffic passes us
by.

09/29/2005

Posted on 09/29/2005
Copyright © 2019 Andrew S Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 09/30/05 at 05:20 PM

Wow. I loved it. Reminds me of when I randomly drag my boyfriend away from his schoolwork and we take a walk through half of town around 11:30 at night. It's a very free spirited love you've got in this one Andy.

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