Of All My Stars...

Of All My Stars...

A Poem by J.P. Bristow
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A nod to Pablo Neruda and the boy who could fly.--repost

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The only boy I ever loved
Used to read me
Neruda from my nightstand

In elongated tones
He would repeat words of such passion
From a hot pink paperback

Leafing through love

In a faded t-shirt
He drove me to distraction
I never knew quite why?

This soft spoken boy with a hiccupping giggle
And eyes that windowed unfathomable greatness
Possessed me with such ease

I loved the feel of my ear to his chest
As he read and breathed
Breathed and read

Turning pages in slow calculation
Casually whetting his fingertip

I would rest my palm over his heart
Gently clinging to love
As he ran his fingers through my hair

Closing my eyes
With a smile pressed to his skin
I would drown in his scent

 

Willingly.



© 2011 J.P. Bristow



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You had me in this read and then:

Turning pages in slow calculation
Casually whetting his fingertip
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Turning pages in slow calculation
Casually wetting his fingertip
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a minor bump in the road --- as for the way this slowly burns the reader --- the ending is quite a finish line...yet leaves us with wanting more in the closure...

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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What a beautiful poem, I liked "I would rest my palm over his heart / Gently clinging to love / As he ran his fingers through my hair" best, so original.

Posted 7 Years Ago


I never leave home without my Neruda...

Posted 7 Years Ago


Wow...for lack of a better word. This is a poem I wouldn't mind closing my eyes and waking up in. Oh to have a boy read me Neruda with his fingers in my hair...fantastic piece!

Posted 7 Years Ago


wow. This poem left my jaw hanging wide open. For some reason I imagined an
exotic accent. Some accents are so easy to fall for. This poem has true love in
every stanza. The feelings here are genuine and based on something that is real.
I love the balancing act between innocent and erotic. I saw a connection between
two souls. This type of emotion is truly meaningful. There is no energy wasted here.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Not only do you allude to Neruda, but you also manage to capture his phrasing, as well as some of his imagery. Everything here is pure and truly yours however. I really liked the sound element you used with the lines "Leafing through love."

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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