Faded jeans and a blue tshirt

Faded jeans and a blue tshirt

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
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Faded jeans, blue t-shirt and sleepy eyed good morning

Strong coffee, early dawn rain, and a kiss on the cheek.

Perfect way to greet the world, me and  you.

Fables told of love like wings, and birds sang songs of this for a millennia

But I didn’t quite understand their language or their plays on words

Until I felt your fingers brush my hair from my eyes.

You had been up for a while, and I was left dreaming of a beach in Martha’s Vinyard

I want to say so, but you are jumping on the bed.

You fall next to me and turning to me you say,

“Last night was insane, and you brought me back to earth.”

That’s just like you , and the way you bring out cheesy clichés

I think of the time you surprised me at work

With flowers and tickets to a movie, I blushed,

Because nobody knew you were with me

And I didn’t know you were in my city

We were forbidden and bad

But so right that the moon couldn’t even judge us for playing this out

It was lava right from the center of the world

Out of control and out of our hands and thank god

You didn’t try to stop it.

Because that would have broken my heart.

I suppose I knew you wouldn’t

because who better to share this comfy bed with than the man behind the piano.

The one who speaks in words of a pop song.

If I were to open my mouth I would laugh so I just throw my arms around you

Keeping tight to me the one, the man of my dreams,

 you.

By the time the curtains draw and the sun  has hurt my eyes

you kiss me, and I fall for you, like I did under the lights in New York city.

They don’t make romance like this anymore

But we, we are lucky and simple together

On mornings like this in the middle of October.

© 2011 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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I wish I could review romance pieces, but I'm not very good at it--I'm more of an action/adventure writer. But this is nice, I have to admit

Posted 13 Years Ago


Again, the imagery here is beautiful!!:) This is the type of poetry that I enjoy reading most, because these types of images truly connect with the reader. The way you use the language makes the reader feel as if they are there in the place of the narrator. Also, the story is lovely and similar to something like Sleepless in Seattle. An extremely refreshing, happy read:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


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A beautifully indepth snapshot of love and time. A moment captured in the candel glow and coffee bubbles. Wonderful beyond words. I loved every second of it.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sarah McKeever Hitt

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