Expectations

Expectations

A Poem by jane7z

Come take my hand gently

stroll down by the river with me

The fresh Spring breezes

play with your light brown hair

soft sunlight turns directs its rays 

illuminating your eyes

a murky mossy grey green

reminding me of a lazy river on a hot summer day

I ignore the lines on your face

as you smile down on me

happy to be with next to me

asking me about my family, my dreams,

your dreams

forgetting the heartaches that have

built up walls around our hearts

 and body aches reminding us of time and fragility

and financial woes

just breathing in the moment

inhaling life

exhaling woes

Ahh but now I rudely awake from the dream

instead I notice those eyes calculating

as you look across the table

that is when you are also checking out other women

You are limping along in pain

so I become overanxious to make you

comfortable at ease with me

wanting me to desire my company

you will never be interested enough

 to ask me what my favorite color is

red

my favorite movie

"crazy from the heart"

or about my family

they are all crazy like me

you don't tell me about  yours

almost as if you are an orphan

there is no past and present

it is all about the physical

your eyes don't stray to my face

they check out the equipment

a bit further down

measuring up my bra size

big

and as I walk away from you there is no

dreaminess about another date

but a glint in your eyes as you

eye my posterior.

You kiss me with passion but there is a

 coldness and a hint of ice

it is about getting your needs met

then going about your day

as if we had never met

© 2013 jane7z


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jane7z
jane7z

Denver, CO



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I enjoy writing especially poetry as it allows to express the essence of who I am and my experiences in a very creative way whether it's considered "good" or "bad." In the last years of writing I have.. more..

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