2024 November Poems >> falling in love daze

No. 03        
falling in love daze        
         
“Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree?  It falls upward first, and then it drifts          
toward the ground, just as i find myself drifting toward you.”—Beth Kephart        
         
how i remember riverbanks we sat on,        
watching abscond the may bugs that we spat on,        
goosing beneath the bough you hung your hat on.        
gosh!  how i loved the way you made me kiss you!        
         
how i recall the day i caught you crying,        
when tritely, first, you ribbed me with your lying!        
yet, when you saw how hard you left me sighing,        
you knew my pulsing heart could ne’er dismiss you.        
         
the mystery in your eyes gave me great wonder,        
but i was too afraid that i would blunder,        
when you invited me to make a plunder        
of your sweet hog-plum lips beneath the tamarind.        
         
lithe giggles, such as yours, held all the music        
that dribbled from a mouth that craved no lipstick:        
tongue condiments on which i liked to picnic,        
passions, when you were gone, that left me chagrined.        
         
our liquid-faced reflections, make-believing        
that, while together, we could know no grieving,        
how we would sit there, desperately cleaving,        
till eyes of night soon, upon us, came prying.        
         
how hard it was to see you to your big gate,        
where last-goodbye fears - which my soul must most hate -        
would burn, as you depart and i lone wait,        
to drink the monster tears that fed my dying.        
         
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by Clyve A. Bowen♫