Not my dearest just yet.
A raccoon man, much older than he looks.
patrickshead, which is bald.
a casanova, a hotteach, a sexy4u or some such.
some other man, who caught me looking.
A boy younger with a cute smile.
A boy older with an edge and an attitude.
A boy with a nice body.
Now is the perfect time.
Now is perfection.
This whole time
I thought it would be witty
and now I realize it’s just sad.
And when they leave me cold
then
they will be truly dear.
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April 3, 2009 at 10:23 pm
bindo
Last verse, chilly and real…..yass!!
April 4, 2009 at 12:09 am
mariana
There’s no way to undo time impact on your life.
Except, maybe, a new future (but it is not as good as it used to be).
April 5, 2009 at 8:30 am
poeticgrin
It’s not the men you will be with in the future that I’m looking forward to… it’s the resulting poems!!!!
I really like this one, the list and all. I enjoy writing poems myself that will serve as mementos, as covert journal entries, if you will.