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Close to Kissing You
by Alison McKenzieI knew I would love you,
Took one look at that cigarette
Hanging from your mouth
And the way your eyes crinkled
From the curls of smoke
Getting too close
That was it.
Well, that and maybe,
Just maybe,
The way those jeans hugged
Every bony nuance of your hips
And knees.
And every brilliant word
That escapes from your tapered fingers
Onto canvas white
In winter storms made bearable
By your very presence
And the way those unruly curls
Of your mysteriously dark hair
Came damn close to kissing you.
10/22/2008 Author's Note: I wonder if you'll know who you are.
Posted on 10/22/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/22/08 at 11:28 PM ...weeeeelll, now i know it's not me, my hair ain't curly, but i do got tightus jeanuses...and mmmm, i don't smoke cigarettes, smoke but not cigs... |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 10/22/08 at 11:42 PM I loved the subtle sensuality of this one, Alison... well done.. alisa |
| Posted by James Zealy on 10/24/08 at 06:23 PM Nope not me, don't meet any of the criteria. Not skinny, don't smoke, hair is no longer dark, its salt and pepper time. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 10/26/08 at 03:02 AM good gravy girl, it wasn't me 20 years ago was it...lol! just kidding. |
| Posted by Quinn Vokes on 10/26/08 at 03:59 PM Brilliant. Alisa said it, the subtle sensuality really makes this poem. I absolutely love the last stanza, by the way. What a perfect way to end it.
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