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4/2/2015
by Steve MichaelsThis is the
Girl
That I gaze
At the stars
I
Up too late
Alone in
the dark except
Far away
Car sounds
And a dog paw
Rustle
Mind racing toward
Calm
Heart pounding out
Beats of Eels and
Jay z
This is the girl who
lingers on my shirt
ruffs up my
hair (laughing at
my protestations 'I
like it that
way')
She sleeps
deeply, her dreams lulled
by the pounding in
my chest
unaware that she
is the girl
For
Me 04/02/2015 Posted on 04/03/2015
Copyright © 2025 Steve Michaels
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 04/17/15 at 12:18 AM Fantastic. I love the way this is constructed down the page, revealing the portrait at the perfect pace...glad I got to read this tonight... |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 04/25/15 at 06:28 AM This is pretty darned good. |
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