Just To let You Know

The meaning of important things in life and.... waiting for them to come

 

 I’ve eaten the chocolates you brought me last night

    in the box that was prettier then the taste of the candy

                    Oh…

       forgive me, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful

             But...

 I’m not that kind of girl

      You know...

 the one  who's bribed by roses and Whitmans 

          nor am I likely to fall for fluid, practiced lines

   meant to make a girl swoon and fall in love

      for a careless hour of your time 

        with your hungry, shallow anticipations…

  of removing my pearls and chemise

             You know…

   the one who waits with excited expectations

         for your silvery seduction 

    just yearning to be seduced

        by your lover boy’s touch 

         Or … 

   for  a midnight tryst,

          that ends before it even begins

              Oh yes...

      I see your majolica, opaque heart

  It reveals the opacity of your selfish mind

     For you, are only interested in you

    

    Nay, you interest me not 

       my heart rises to the golden boy

  who laughs with his eyes

           And...

 he really does see me with his soul

      The one who listens with his heart and...

  knows the color of my eyes

      he spends $1 on my favorite kind of licorice            

   not $20 for a meaningless box of chocolates  

                  Or…

  roses meant only to impress

            You see...

     he's the one who learns quickly

  and really wants to know things about me

      those little endearments

                  You know...

  like what my middle and last names are

      he knows and sees what I have to offer

    it will be appreciated by a true heart

            You see... 

 I'm not an empty headed  

    young, seductress waiting

           to sweep you off your feet

   with empty lines and ploys

            No...

    I am not that she...

   the one who expects fancy gifts

  unloads your checkbook of it's contents

       thus,  putting out her soul for sale

   No,   I'm not a tinker toy

     something you can quickly assemble

         then whimsically take apart at your leisure

            So...

 

  I think I’ll just wait until  He comes along

                     If not

    when I’m alone I’m happy...

      the smell of the dogwood

              and their fragrance in the breeze

           I’m okay...

               with just me

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All poems written& copyrighted by LadeeAnne ~Anne P Murray

A “Pas De Duex” of Rhythm and Visions~

 

Author's Note

Thank you so much for reading my simple words

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

just you as you really are...so true as i have read what you write...speaking your mind and being happy with your own company..yes we do like that...

[Tate Morgan]

some people we can see right through can we not

[WindSong]

A fanciful and very playful type of poem enticing one's lonely heart. It's whimsical and harmonious in imagery and delivery. A lovely poem to fall in love with!

[Chris]

...and eating chocolates - singly,
to crickets' whispers and song
as the moonlight flows upon
me rocking on the porch's swing
the evening breeze careesingly soft ~
awaiting ...
is so very - inviting...

Chris