Chill

A friend wrote this poem for me yesterday, he's so modest but so sweet to write me a poem!

it must be that chill in the air
that pulls both of you closer,
locking arms, intertwined,
with fingers alternating,
feeling, tickling.

down the gravel road,
kicking rocks in the silence
between words,
wishing that you could say
exactly what you feel.

oh, she's pretty. in fact,
so pretty that she holds
the breath inside of you,
wanting to escape as words
that can't be spoken.

the walk, which takes forever
when walked alone,
seems fleeting now, as
the destination draws closer,
and fingers untangle.

Reviews

[verano]

A lovely poem that moves from connection to disconnection, from fingers entangled to fingers untangled in the space of four stanzas! While I like all of your lines here, the one that particularly struck me was: "so pretty that she holds the breath inside of you."

[darkgurl]

"down the gravel road,
kicking rocks in the silence
between words,
wishing that you could say
exactly what you feel."

Love this staza here, This is a wonderful write beuatiful...Kim

[Orlando Murcia]

An excellent write
I enjoyed your awsome flow
and your style of words, it was
a great piece

Thank you for sharing

Orlando

[Cardinal Robin]

Great sentiments expressed here and with that fresh infatuation kind of new love feel...I liked the compression of time metaphor, and the trapped breath, unique and the BOMB! Well Done!

[beancountersar]

Very nicely written.....
The 'walk' goes by fast with one that you love.
Way to go..and thanks..