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Holding Pattern
by Chris Sorrenti
He invited me home...
for an evening of years
- Dawn Davidson
it’s not the bonding of lips
that keeps us coming back for more luv
though a welcome bonus just the same
allowing us to roll together quietly (for now)
across this sunlit stage
but the tangle of arms, legs...mind
ah! ...now that’s a different matter
what truly qualifies in these days of endless bed
as we happily let the world with all its labyrinths
freeway by us in this sold out repeat performance
though no acting here
only acting upon a newfound mutual discovery
will it last?
it’s not for us to say nor should we worry
“living in the moment”
as you so eloquently remind...never ends
having much to learn from one another
and despite our separate bohemian callings
Bohemia of itself will keep us dancing together
to the Caribbean rhythms of one another’s soul
for now we are Spring flowers blooming
photography, pottery and poetry
along a timeless canal
the architecture of Scorpios
happily entangled in one another’s web
our planets in line within the light
of a supernova called Juan
you were once afraid that I’d be angry
would reject your hope to love…oh no luv
I could never sling arrows at one brave enough
to ask simply for an introductory cigarette
we both knowing instinctively at that moment
"conquer" doesn’t always mean "divide"
© 2007
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03/24/2007 Posted on 03/24/2007
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 03/24/07 at 07:14 PM ah! And what a time to bloom - spring and young hearts flourishing on this site right now, I've noticed. This is a delightful story, the time for fresh love never better, if there is ever a bad time, and we can hear the happy bounce in your steps! Not really on Hold from the sounds of things, and after the first line the poem took off for me more. Hearty Congrats |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/25/07 at 06:10 AM Hi Chris. I do like the tone and language here. Feels fresh, with forward motion (IMHO). And, what a terrific, intelligent close. Thanks. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 03/25/07 at 10:58 AM Well written and I wish more would take a look at "love" with such an objective eye rather than rushing to the altar. Your last stanza is wonderful, "...I could never sling arrows at one brave enough
to ask simply for an introductory cigarette
we both knowing instinctively at that moment
"conquer" doesnt always mean divide"
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