A Gesture Made Too Far Away
If I remember anything of you
The way you lounged and stretched seductively
(Perhaps not meaning to) will stay with me
As long as I remember going through
The motions: love, and lust, and a mixed stew
Of other feelings. Watching as your knee
Just failed to gesture irreversibly
I almost leaped, but failed to gesture, too.
So here in easy, distant print I leap,
A gesture made too late and far away,
Now that the stakes are not so very steep.
I got your letter in the mail today;
I hope the bright spring moon will watch you sleep,
Tonight, and that some evening I, too, may.
Our Hearts, part 2
The way you lounged and stretched seductively
(Perhaps not meaning to) will stay with me
As long as I remember going through
The motions: love, and lust, and a mixed stew
Of other feelings. Watching as your knee
Just failed to gesture irreversibly
I almost leaped, but failed to gesture, too.
So here in easy, distant print I leap,
A gesture made too late and far away,
Now that the stakes are not so very steep.
I got your letter in the mail today;
I hope the bright spring moon will watch you sleep,
Tonight, and that some evening I, too, may.
Our Hearts, part 2
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