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Hannah: consecutive thursdays.

by Andrew S Adams

thursday evening stretching out its legs
putting it's feet up on five AM for
the second time in as many weeks;
an eight and a half hour workday waiting
just three hours beyond its toes

but at four twenty three in the morning
(which is actually four twelve, given
your clock's tendency to steal
those eleven minutes),
i am completely uninterested in the prospect
or the consequences;

instead, i am somewhere far away,
enjoying the most blissful night
in as long as i can remember;
under the blanket
on your second story porch

touching the soft skin of your neck,
the sweet scent of cigarettes seductively
suggests so much, yet says so little;

whispers of smoke float through the air,
your hair woven between my fingers
i am thinking things unmentionable
like i haven't thought for so long;

but, given the intoxicated confidence of the circumstances,
i let go a freudian slip that was,
no slip at all,

trusting that the double entendre wandered
through your thought process, not caring that
i might have been too forward or daring;

you look at me knowingly,
your green eyes slightly narrowed
an immovable smile beneath them;

and i could stay here forever if the
morning weren't looming-
but five AM
(four forty nine AM)
and so it is;

i step lightly out your front door,
with one more kiss for the road
awaiting the next time i get a chance
to be this irresponsible.


Author's Note: aw... thanks for the POTD y'all! :)

Posted on 04/05/2009
Copyright © 2022 Andrew S Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/05/09 at 07:31 PM

Great story, and the ending is perfect.

Posted by George Hoerner on 04/06/09 at 11:30 PM

WOW! This is a great write and certainly deserves this POTD. I love it.

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