First ImpressionsA Poem by Joel M Frye
You walk across the restaurant, sit down
and fold your legs precisely so your dress conceals the barest minimum. Around your shoulders, silkiest of wraps caress one side, and wantonly slides off the other to leave a naked arm spaghetti-strapped, suggesting what might later be uncovered. Your eyes meet mine, warm mysteries. So apt from what I know of you this point in time. We speak of writing, theater, and Bach, mingling voices, counterpoint sublime; laughing undercurrents as we talk. I want to say you needn't try so hard; it hits me you're not trying...you just are.
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6 Reviews Added on May 1, 2011 Last Updated on May 1, 2011 AuthorJoel M FryeSt Petersburg, FLAbouthttp://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/3w6q0yrymv/01_Ballad_to_Ben.mp3 http://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/jhjs7gw3cz/02_What_Do_I_Say.mp3 http://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/652qs6u270/03_Lady_Chasing_Rainbows.mp3 htt.. more..Writing
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