So Long

Somewhere between regret and a delighful memory.

There was a promise that my lips didn’t say

But you touched me in such a way

That I knew

I had agreed to

Finger tips on neck bent and eyes closed tight

Summer winds blowing through the gypsy night

Your lips were there

I didn’t dare

Run away from where I knew this would lead

Should have fled from that soft place of sensuous greed

So long my friend

You’ll never be again.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

This is profound in story and imagery, and fantastic in musicality. Well done!

[Brandy Alexander]

Thank you, kindly.

[Tony]

Ahh, yes-- when friendship becomes uncomfertably more than friendship. You present that well here. I also like the atmosphere you create. Especially the "gypsy night" line.

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i love the mood in this poem-
especially the end...
really-Excellent Poetry!!!:)

J:)