I look at you and I see
my awkward teenage years
the beginning days of
a date with my vices
one I shall always crave
I catch your scent
and my world turns
a little faster, but
time slows down like
a chronological prison
I feel your touch
and my skin prickles
I want more than just
a fleeting caress--
or a remembrance
I hear your voice
and I feel like a child
who knows poems
you were blessed with
a healing balm
I still can taste you
like a sun-ripened peach
juicy and sweet
dripping down my chin
and filling my senses
© 2009 John Hardesty
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And i can just say i almost get the same feeling when i look thru my old yearbook.
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
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Thanks Alec
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i think it's a universal thing--I only get melancholic when I look at her picture though
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Be nice to everyone!
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Love the last stanza!
Just lovely!
Linda
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
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