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Is this Love

by Allison Smith

In mine, his own hand
Long fingers smoothing skin
Draping and caressing
softest touch
breathe
His Cool hands have become warm
in mine
As the leaves fall
they will again become cool

My lips swollen from kiss
linger around his face
softest sighs
My heart begs me to refuse him
It can not contemplate another blow

fingertips betray
lingering looks betray
swelling breast
rising chest
and your mouth on mine
betray

I think about you every time I see the ocean
Every piece of sand reminds my skin
of what it was like
to lay on the beach
with our faces only

moments apart

wondering
how did you get here
And how I am to let you go.

The waves roll out to meet the sky
sun kissed bodies bathing in sun surround
children with balls and ice creams
but only you
can have my attention

soon you will live in the sky
the part between here and forever
I will watch the plane take you away
and I'll sit at the airport
for too long
after you've gone


the ocean reminds me of you.

10/21/2009

Author's Note: work in progress

Posted on 10/20/2009
Copyright © 2024 Allison Smith

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 10/20/09 at 06:28 PM

You have no idea how much I can relate to this poem through one of the many facets of my life.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/21/09 at 07:54 PM

There is the tension of hesitation in this work, and the conflict between heart and fingers, or, like in my case, head and heart, then the fingers, who seem to seek touch of their own accord. I love the imagery of you lingering in the airport too long.

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 10/24/09 at 07:27 AM

the last line to me, is enough. maybe i'm simple, or maybe lost...maybe it's just good. but either way, your poetry is always solid to me. always full of scattered beauty. i'm on it...xxox

Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/14/10 at 02:52 PM

I ask myself, why is this woman NOT on my friends list? That condition soon to be remedied. Sounds like love to me... and there is so much to love is this poem. The ambivalence expresses the seemingly essential paradoxes in life, the push and pull of love, the ebb and flow of attachment. Another thing I really like is the way - in the last stanzas - you pull our attention up to the sky - to something higher... and again reminding us of the paradox sitting at the airport. Wonderful work, Allison.

Posted by George Hoerner on 02/06/10 at 01:21 AM

So delicate and tentative as you are unsure. Letting go and loving is always a matter of taking chances. The fact is the other remains a stranger forever. We think we know as we think we know ourselves. And at some level I have no doubt we do. However almost everyone changes over time. If not I question if they are "growing". Sometimes it is subtle so we don't recognize the change. Few watch for the changes. We just wake up one day and are different or they are. Good luck I wish you everything.

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