FirstA Poem by Paul PruettI was asked to write this by a dear friend. So I told this story, in a bit of different form this time.
It began with a look.
A simple gesture.
I glanced your way and you mine.
Who is that? I thought.
You wondered the same.
Some fire had begun.
Others knew long before we did.
Others said so.
The pieces fit so neatly.
Now.
But then?
I saw—something.
I did.
In your eyes.
The timber of your voice.
How shy you were around me.
That first hard look.
So beautiful you were.
The first gift.
You ran to your friend, shaking.
“He gave me flowers.” You told her.
All Hallow’s Eve came.
I didn’t want to be there.
That party.
Neither did you.
“Wanna get outta here?” Came the worst line ever.
So the costumed soon-to-be-lovers left.
We sat in my car.
I remember the song on the radio.
Forever shall I remember the song.
“Another shooting star goes by.
In the night, the silence speaks to you and I.”
Shaking, I took you in my arms.
Shaking, you came into mine.
Dear God, you tasted good.
Felt even better.
Your full mouth pressed to mine.
Our arms pulling hard towards each other.
We stayed that way forever.
The morning sun warmed the night.
The radio played on and on.
I didn’t want to go home.
I couldn’t imagine what was begun that night.
What road lay down before us.
Dear God, you tasted good,
You felt even better.
Forever shall I remember.
And the radio plays on.
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4 Reviews Added on May 1, 2009 Last Updated on May 1, 2009 AuthorPaul PruettAboutI am a former actor now a restaurant mangager who inaddition to writing poetry, which I have been doing all my life, I also write short fiction and screenplays. more..Writing
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