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To The Girl With The Long Brown Hair

by Chris Sorrenti


      a high school locker calls to me...
      
     slip inside your magic spell
     at a time when no one can tell
      
     muse teach her to swim in the sea of words
     and then together let us build a circle...


It’s difficult to write to one you know
Without putting yourself in a boat of woe

Of course you can laugh or cry at this
Whatever one will be your wish

Really all I want to say
Is when you walk towards my way

It’s nice to see your pretty face
Because it makes my chemistry race

And many times I have found
I’d love to lay with you

And hear the sound
Of my successful woo

But this of course is sheer fantasy
And we are prisoners of reality

So for now why should we rush
This possible or probable little crush

© May 8, 1974
Inputted (from memory) and revised © 2004

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05/08/2014

Author's Note: For Barb and...only Barb. For me...a lesson in unrequited love, that turned into a unique friendship and continuing source of inspiration over the years.

Posted on 05/08/2014
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 05/09/14 at 12:24 PM

Oh yes, how long I felt it. But today we are 3000 miles apart, she in LA and I in GA. We exchange the occasional email but they are kept on the level of reality. Both married but one with still the heart thump when the email arrives.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/10/14 at 03:25 PM

Bittersweet that has turned into a comfort in remembrance. Tender and gracious.

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