twist
bite
grapple

i remember her,
her black tie
and red blouse
with oh so many
count them
buttons, collinear
an arrow pointing
to a face i could
not bear to look at

i remember her,
quiet and warm, the
blackness, the
contrast of her
effortless underwear
with the lightness
of her soft skin

i remember her,
her nails, raking
across my skin,
drawing white gutters
across my forearm,
just beneath my breasts; the
coolness of her
breath upon my skin

i remember her,
her easy smile,
restful contentment washing
across her face, i, at
the foot of the bed, one foot
up at her shoulder,
the other leg mixed
with hers

i remember her
when i sleep, when
i think about the
tomorrows that are
to come. i remember her
even when my memories
have not aged a second
within my mind. i remember her
in my dreams, in my
forthcomings. i remember her,
and her love for me.
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Great job. I can feel the longing, the beauty and the emotion. ms
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I truly love this poem. I like the image of the buttons. One can almost imagine the poet counting those buttons as he imagines himself unbuttoning them in love making. I like the "implies" as opposed to the "states". "Implies" the presence of love, honest and young rather than "states" the obvious pleasure of sex.
sg
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thanks. but that should have been "she imagines".
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The reader brings to the poem what he/she sees. I got "he imagines" out of it. This makes it an even better poem. Because, male or female, it is a poem of love.
sg
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of course. i just wanted to clarify this point.
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yes, i know I used to flame noobs for this question, but are you published at all, even if it's just a lil old chapbook I can get my hands on.
-oephie
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alas, i am not. the way people go on about my writing, i think i should endeavour to pursue getting certain works of mine published :)
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let me know.
y'know, the where, the when, the how.
-o-
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beautiful! that painful longing ... Drm