In front of me
You stand
In black and white
A 50’s dream
With suit-clad arms by your side
Raising up
As if lifted by clouds
To rest on my generous hip
And outstretched hand
As the music begins.
Behind me
Stands my past
With magnified eyes
Waiting for me to get lost
In the distraction of music
And misstep
Landing a sharp-as-a-knife-heel
In the heart of your foot
So they can shout
I KNEW SHE WOULD HURT YOU!
But what’s behind you?
I can’t see
For the room is too dark
From the extinguishing sneers of my past
Reducing the fiery passion
Creating tension between your body
And my own.
But I want to know so badly
Regardless of how hard you try
To stand in my way
I’ll step to the right
And see your face
I’ll step to the left
And you’re there with me.
Hold me close until the song ends
Until then,
We’ll keep dancing
In time and rhythm
Side to side.
Wow. How eloquently put. “But what’s behind you?
I can’t see
For the room is too dark
From the extinguishing sneers of my past”
Brilliant
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Sanoj Jose(Author, My Day Out With An Angel)
Wow, your poems are like you’re talking to a specific person that maybe you are searching for in this vast world, someone you used to know… as if you are hoping the someone will read them and know you’re talking about them wherever they are and nomatter how much time has passed… and you’ll finally be reunited once again… All this to say it’s amazing how personal your writing feels. Whatever your inspiration: great poetry.