Imagined Picture Of YouA Poem by livspenThe lipstick left on your mug The one with Homer Simpson on the front Which says “Mmmmm, Doughnuts” when you pick it up That lipstick Could have been forged by watercolours Mixed pink and red smudged over the rim Left over a period of days. The deep twist of your voice, the sarcasm, And you sound like a 45-year-old man, But this makes it all the more sexy. The smile... I half remember it You were goofing around in the mud, little waves Of muddy puddle water darkening your shoes And you kicked it all over my black lace tights Laughing that deep laugh Like a boom threatening to burst the worn clouds above us. The cut of your jumper Or maybe it was a pullover, a sweater But it was definitely green, clean algae green And cut round your torso like armour The armour of a Cambridge hopeful. The forgotten feeling Whenever you were about Murmuring, humming your precious piano piece A feeling that I was on air Listening to you Even thinking I could hear the beat Of your large, simplistic heart. The way you never even touched me Not on the arm, not by accident, Not even, really, with your eyes. © 2010 livspenFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on September 28, 2010 Last Updated on September 28, 2010 AuthorlivspenBrighton, Sussex, United KingdomAboutIm Liv. I'm from Brighton, England. I write, constantly. Enjoy. more..Writing
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