Your Favorite Poems

puddin' · 09-01-2012, 03:04 AM

i stood watching
as you crossed the street
for the last time.
trying hard to memorize you.
knowing it would be important.
the way you walked,
the way you looked back over you shoulder at me.

years later
i would hear the singing of the wind
and the day's singing would come back.
that time of going would return to me
every sun-gray day.
april or august it would be the same
for years to come.

man has not made the kind of bromide
that would let me sleep without your memory
or written erotically enough
to erase the excitement of just your hands.

these long years later it is worse
for i remember what it was
as well as what it might have been.

09-01-2012, 03:04 AM	#10
puddin' Infamous Member How Do You Identify?: a genderqueer nuisance Preferred Pronoun?: bitchboi Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: new zealand Posts: 7,120 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 9,467 Thanked 7,962 Times in 2,340 Posts Rep Power: 21474857	"eighteen", rod mckuen i stood watching as you crossed the street for the last time. trying hard to memorize you. knowing it would be important. the way you walked, the way you looked back over you shoulder at me. years later i would hear the singing of the wind and the day's singing would come back. that time of going would return to me every sun-gray day. april or august it would be the same for years to come. man has not made the kind of bromide that would let me sleep without your memory or written erotically enough to erase the excitement of just your hands. these long years later it is worse for i remember what it was as well as what it might have been. __________________ be true, be you, be brave.