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down with the swirl
by Charlie Morganswallowed by desire, i yearn;
she too, so we brush together
feel each's sweat and sinew.
blinking both eyes, we see
each other for what we are;
two lovers who aren't loved.
knowing that our shades
won't trade or rub off,
careful is our watchword.
it's the past we walk
carefully by, noticing
that what was, is gone.
our tickets punched
for the future;
we sit in the open seat. 10/29/2007 Posted on 10/29/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/29/07 at 05:14 PM Love the delicate "brush" of this. And the match--the comraderie--of "two lovers that aren't loved"--that "lover" guality is the key--both "swallowed by desire" -- that "open seat" you share--amazing! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 10/31/07 at 04:07 AM The poignant sadness of the second stanza is echoed in the last with "our tickets punched", but there is a adventurous hopefulness "we sit in the open seat" which implies a sense of regaining something lost in the fourth stanza. Wonderful little spin with the top down and watching from a spot behind your open seat in this one, Chaz. |
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