HazelA Poem by Atlanta Carter
Her eyes were blue today; they change with her clothes, with her mood, when she’s happy, bluest after a night of passion, in the morning. I remember; mine were, too. I shouldn’t have knocked, maybe he was still there. Sleep still in her hair, but not those eyes. I’d interrupted? “No,” she said. “I’m glad you’re here.” I couldn’t stay, shouldn’t, her robe invited, hastily adorned, barely worn. I was welcome. “Just having a lazy day,” she said. Not too lazy, still out of breath. Where was he? Who? I’d forgotten why I’d come, why I should go. Those blue eyes - her body smiled. They are green when she’s bored, or nervous, like me today, I love her mussed hair, her feet, one caressed the other; I had to run. Hot in the car, too hot for January. I remember too much. © 2008 Atlanta CarterFeatured Review
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Added on February 6, 2008Last Updated on September 6, 2008 AuthorAtlanta CarterCincinnati, OHAboutI'm too serious. Serious about everything, my music, my poetry, my prose. I like good reviews, but a good review is a useful review, not necessarily one that praises. Spend some time on it, rip me .. more..Writing
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