One sided attraction

I was staying in one of those days,
Where you just saw misused lips and teeth,
That refused to turn the light,
Back as protesting.
Use for what we are meant to be used.
Not victims of a hysterical laugh to create atmosphere.
Gotten out of the building, waiting in the station nearby,
It was like being in a room with rotten clothes,
Where the windows where not open the day before,
A heavy smell
…Under the fog.
I turned my head and
I bumped on something out of context
…I could see a cigarette in a elegant hand,
That looked like cannabis cigarette,
I raised my head and I saw a very handsome face.
Seeing this in the station,
It was overly out of context,
It felt such a heavy day and it was even raining.
I smiled at him and greeted
And I felt my voice was warming,
Like I had gotten up,
From a very bad sleep,
And i was sipping a coffee with that.
It had a strong flavor,
A black color
And a strong taste
And also alcohol inside.
It was a sweet wake up.
…I smiled.
… We greeted.
…Then i was reminded,
That the last time,
I had gone confused from him,
..while I floated on him,
Being attracted,
…On the desire to be around.
…He had not given me attention.
…So there it was,
The rain,
The reminiscence of the absence of a set of teeth,
On a hysterical laugh,
The smell of the rotten clothes all around,
And the guy.
I laughed.
And asked immediately
… Well actually i could even been sad,
Or unhappy,
Or empty ,
But i feel really glad that i am meeting you!
… how comes…
His answer surprised me,
He said that it usually happened,
When one had something worse around.
The only impulse,
Was going with him to some place,
In the corner and smoke and talk,
About the writing,
He had done recently.
… Anyhow,
I saw,
That his cigarette was simply,
Wet by the rain.
.. Asking him on his plans.
He told me,
That he was waiting for somebody.
…I kissed him on the cheeks
And took the bus.
…In my mind,
I had the warmth of an intimacy.
And a photo he had liked on a blog,
On the phone
At those little moments we could talk.
…It was a girl with a tattoo.
With red and blue ink,
and black socks,
Up the thigh captured from the back
… And also the wonder
…Why was he gazing at me?
Fixing the eyes,
And staying so much near?
….It stayed in contrast,
Because somehow I knew,
It was an one sided attraction!
…I had always been the one,
That heard beautiful confessions on his fleeting,
Passionate
Or deep attractions.
I had even asked him on this,
But it is not
That i had gotten an answer.

Reviews

[Twilight]

Certainly, very different from both your previous poem; and many of the others.

It's in one long flow of a single verse, and almost seems to be telling a short story; or scene within a longer story.

It has an urban setting as location, and borders on the surreal. The enigmatic stranger, met by blog; seems as if he could either be friend or foe? A potentially passionate lover, or someone to be avoided? Indeed, a woman needs to cautious and "street wise" (so to speak); in this world. And yet, "nothing ventured nothing gained"..? So, a woman must choose her approach wisely.

You also emphasised the one-sided aspect of attraction, at play in this piece; and admitted where this mysterious man confused you.

I usually understand your poetry, even when you use the wrong english words; or not quite in the right ways But, no matter. By email or on this site, you're still interesting to read of. Thankyou, for sharing.

[a_methyste]

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