end of linger

end of linger

A Poem by highonwords

i got plain curious,
looking at you,

it was a benign mistake,
a threadbare novelty

soon, frantically,
i looked away

i found a girl,
dropped her cherry

zigzagged thru the mesh
of elusive faces,

blank gestures,
the empty shell

i am to these people,
the pale exclamation

i am to myself,
the stranger,

waiting for someone
to find her way to me,

mildly deep,
barely urgent,

for a few minutes
to ripple next

to an open-ended hour
of talk and wine,

the clink of touch
that never will,

so lost in hope
so near

© 2017 highonwords

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Love is never our ideal. There's been too much hogwash of valentines, hearts and frilly lace. Love is hard work, responsibility and sacrifice. How many people in their right minds would like to fall into that? But I've got to say that there is reward for all the hard work and respect for the responsibility and appreciation for the sacrifice if it is shared with the right person. Stir well and put it on simmer for ten to fifty years. It comes out of the mix tasting sweet. Hope you have that some day. I enjoyed the read.

Posted 3 Years Ago


3 Years Ago

thank you so much for dropping by - glad you enjoyed it :-)

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Added on September 15, 2017
Last Updated on September 15, 2017



NOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..