"Half Full"

The tingle of a touch
That ripples through the hairs on an arm
Those smooth arms now resemble chicken skin
They giggle and smile
A shudder of anticipation

They know how they feel
But they enjoy the pretending
The flashing hundred thoughts
They excite, take flight and switch in mid air
Leaving them all silly for a second

Who’s eyes were first?
Those blue pupils slid upwards so quickly-
Knowing that confrontation says everything
We agree silently with a wink or light twinkle
Raise an eyebrow to close all questions

Together we see in the night
And the dark gets involved and gently leans against the window
As the street lamps outside path off into the future
I turn back to you with serene, silent happiness…
Bringing tonight to a close and all hopes have overflowed.

Reviews

[Gandré]

beautifully realized in a sentimental mood, it is a deep meditation on the nature of a woman, her being and acting. I loved

And the dark gets involved and gently leans against the window
As the street lamps outside path off into the future ========this is remembering me on Prague, I wrote about those street lamps a poem, they are in Prague trully beautiful.

I liked very much. thanks for sharing with me, dear.

[Chris Bighorse]

I really like the first two lines of each stanza. The first stanza really touches home though because I think it's a feeling that everyone feels at one time or another. However, the next line you say, "Those smooth arms," while in the line before it the 'tingle' is 'rippling through the hairs' which the next line suddenly takes away. It seems a little . . . inappropriate. And the next lines I don't really understand. Are you still talking about arms? Maybe I just can't wrap my mind around the metaphor. In the second stanza you refer to a 'they' although I couldn't tell who 'they' were. Are we still talking about arms? The first lines in the third stanza make me think about bliss or orgasms. After reading the third stanza a few times I think I like it. The closing line is choice. The last stanza is brilliant, however, the last line seems unfinished. It doesn't seem like the note to leave on with the rest of the poem. But what do I know, I'm just a poet with my own tastes. Anyway, I hope this helps somehow. Great write.

[R. Gene MacDonald]

Dr. Smooth returns. Very nice Steve. Your stuff is so good and yet it doesn't need to scream. It simply appears in its page and ever so subtly says its say. This was entertaining.

[TL Boehm]

Together we see in the night
And the dark gets involved and gently leans against the window

Such incredible imagery - it just flows...like a slow dance. Very beautiful.

[Conspiration Libre D'es..]

Could this be your best yet? - or did I say that for the last one? Really liked how your imagination flowed and the pictures created. Particularly enjoyed the last stanza and just sent this to someone else who will hopefully read and review

Together we see in the night
And the dark gets involved and gently leans against the window
As the street lamps outside path off into the future
I turn back to you with serene, silent happiness�
Bringing tonight to a close and all hopes have overflowed.

Super stuff Steven!

[T. L. O'Neal]

You painted such a lovely picture with this. I can see and experience it just through reading it. Wonderful write my friend. T

[Tawny O'hara]

Now this is my type of poetry. The anticipation of intimacy and the knowing of intimacy without all the details of the act.

Together we see in the night
And the dark gets involved and gently leans against the window
As the street lamps outside path off into the future
I turn back to you with serene, silent happiness�
Bringing tonight to a close and all hopes have overflowed.

This is reminisant of the old movies where they pan off into the night or fireworks. You knew what was happening but you weren't forced to watch.

OK I'm an old prude.

I loved this thank you for sending it