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By Duke Date: 2002 Feb 17 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.17.09.02.14457]] |
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HELLOS AND GOODBYES Just hellos and goodbyes - all that is said, For a week, maybe two, have I been mislead In believing my dream is more than pretend? But then a smile, she nods, a blush? We depart Amidst hundreds of others thus to embark, Unto jobs great and small but most often stark In meaning and fulfillment. But so, as the saying goes, I suppose "life is a lark..." Or perhaps, after all, it is what you make it. Or does it make you? I seem to forget. I know one thing for sure though she did indeed nod I think she blushed too - should that really seem odd? We meet again for the first time that night, Then each to our own either fear or delight. I to a nightmare, the dreaded discourse, Frantic maneuvers, a saddening remorse. Safe to her home and I to my cage, Will she remember me well while I pass the rage Done to me by another? I can think of her now, 'tis a quieter time, Long wisps of brown hair framing a face divine. Lips partly open - teeth a shell white, I enter my tongue and probe for respite. To fondle her breasts a touch not unlike silk, On hardened pink nipples I taste her sweet milk. The fragrant cologne - the sound of soft sighs, The warm supple texture of glistening thighs, Whispering to meet me. Her name, her dear name - God give me her name! Must I rely on my dream to provide me the same? How shall I find it, shall I ask her direct? What if she stops me, dare I lose her respect? I awaken to find not my dream but another, Only REALITY. I'd much rather dream ... and wait.... |