'Morning Gloria!'
We stifled a grin
as she took me in
hand.
Some time since we had
been on terms friendly
enough for such a
grip.
Hand taken away
as if forgetting
what to do with her
or my appendage.
I woke to find the
dreams of older men
still those of teenage
boys.
Comments
Ssor | February 12, 2008 - 02:34
A lovely, delicate piece. Perhaps it's my sentimentality, but I wanted to change the order of the last stanza to:
I woke to find the fond
dreams of teenage boys
still those of older men.
Ewan | February 12, 2008 - 10:32
You know, I think you're right