Mi Amor

Mi Amor

A Poem by F.Gentil
"

The picture of our love

"

The sky looked beautiful that night.

The night where we talked and pondered our life,

As we walked the city streets in New York City.

Our disfigured shadow,

My arm gripping your neck,

Leaving little red fingerprints

That would fade every time I would let go.


The flame of our love has always been

burning since that first day we met.

I invited you over,

Opened the door in nothing but a towel,

Soaking wet,

The water outlined every muscle

The scale of the definition of my body,

Every crevasse,

All the chisel ripped places

That Dancing and working out dug into my body,

Glistened from the water like glitter on a disco ball.

Your eyes flickered with excitement.

Seeing you, mine did as well.

Then we indulged in each other,

No music or song to define the mood,

Pure no strings sex.

Our next encounter we spent over dinner,

Eating a dish I created with love and tenderness,

As we sat sipping on the crisp red wine in one glass,

I was dirt poor living in an apartment with little furniture

So we made do with that one glass.

So romantic,

Three years later,

Even though a 1,400 mile space separates us,

We are more in love than ever before.

A few nights ago, you were looking at the first star you saw in the sky,

And you sent me a picture saying you wish I was next to you.

I look at the clock at eleven, eleven and that is my wish all the time,

I just wish that forever I could hold you,

As we lay together,

In a pasture of green grass that covers fertile dirt

That feels as soft as a feather.

Our shadow disfigured

Surrounded by billions of four leaf clovers

As I smoke a clove cigarette,

 And our picnic basket right beside us

With the initial K and F chiseled on the outside,

Filled with my favorite chocolate chip cookies

And your famous Spike-Hawaiian punch for our drink.

The song “We found love,” fades away from the Pandora station we are listening to

And Beyonce’s version of “Fever” begins to softy play.

© 2013 F.Gentil


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i like the flow of the poem as if it were a conversation between you and that person... and love the way it started as "no strings sex" and now its love... can relate... love the image in these lines ... best one I've read in a while
"My arm gripping your neck,
Leaving little red fingerprints
That would fade every time I would let go."

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

F.Gentil

10 Years Ago

Aww thank you, this poem was created from complete spontaneity. I actually was prompted to use 15 wo.. read more



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I Love this...I felt it, bro...a real write from heart and soul...it had me reminiscing about a moment taking a night stroll in the city...I really enjoyed the descriptive phrasings and the emotions were on par. Excellent.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Babe Roxx

10 Years Ago

You are very welcome, Kind Sir...I truly enjoyed reading your poem.

I don't force anyon.. read more
F.Gentil

10 Years Ago

Thanks buddy. I actually enjoy reading and giving feedback, it's really engaging like you mentioned .. read more
Babe Roxx

10 Years Ago

Lol great minds think alike...I knew free flowed your work...I do it too. :)

That's why.. read more
i like the flow of the poem as if it were a conversation between you and that person... and love the way it started as "no strings sex" and now its love... can relate... love the image in these lines ... best one I've read in a while
"My arm gripping your neck,
Leaving little red fingerprints
That would fade every time I would let go."

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

F.Gentil

10 Years Ago

Aww thank you, this poem was created from complete spontaneity. I actually was prompted to use 15 wo.. read more

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F.Gentil
F.Gentil

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