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thinking of Colette
by Eric Hinklemy first kiss was in a
makeshift fort with sleeping
bag walls,
thick downy feathers allowing
no sunlight,
no fauxlight.
just silence
me
you
and the snickering shadows.
sitting --
indian style, mayhaps --
across from each other --
your dark hair blending in with
the black density around us.
but your eyes.
i saw your eyes.
big glow-eyes,
dark and grinning
like an amused doe.
we laughed silently
and pecked each other's lips
once
quick as a light switch.
and that's all i remember.
i haven't seen you since
pre-school.
i wonder
where are you now
Colette? 05/21/2010 Posted on 05/21/2010
Copyright © 2024 Eric Hinkle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Adam Dyson on 05/22/10 at 12:53 AM I adore this. I guess we all have a memory like this, or at least we should :) Your words seek out that memory, the feel of it, lift it and let it blossom again. A wonderful gift, and yes the wonder as to where they went :) |
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