HazelA Poem by Atlanta Carter
Her eyes were blue today;
they change with her clothes,
with her mood, when she’s happy,
bluest after a night of passion,
in the morning.
I remember; mine were, too.
I shouldn’t have knocked,
maybe he was still there.
Sleep still in her hair,
but not those eyes.
“No,” she said. “I’m glad you’re here.”
I couldn’t stay, shouldn’t,
her robe invited,
I was welcome.
“Just having a lazy day,” she said.
Not too lazy,
still out of breath.
Where was he? Who?
I’d forgotten why I’d come,
why I should go.
Those blue eyes - her body smiled.
They are green when she’s bored,
or nervous, like me today,
I love her mussed hair,
her feet, one caressed the other;
I had to run.
Hot in the car, too hot for January.
I remember too much.
© 2008 Atlanta Carter
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on February 6, 2008
Last Updated on September 6, 2008
York, United Kingdom
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