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a part of me goes with him
when he walks out the door I can see his steps and how his hips move in his jeans I would know him from behind a whole block away in the morning I inhale deeply while I watch him sleeping his scent filling my nostrils he smells warm and musty like a cat napping in the sun with a self-satisfied smile on his face I know him by a certain jangle of his keys in a crowd of people my ears focus and pick him out my mind estimating when he will come around the corner in the car he hums as if it were a reflex sometimes he sings and I join in I like a man who sings often he doesn't know I'm admiring his profile in awe of who I see as my heart quickens at night when I lie awake I listen to him breathing sometimes he laughs when he is asleep and I smile I have known him for a long while still there's always more to know and I like him more than I started out to which was a lot sometimes when I think of him it feels like a swooning crush I get weak-kneed and sigh and think about luck and how maybe it has not passed me by at all but entered on two feet with wide shoulders and arms that surround me. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR/POET/WRITER AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD 10:59 AM January 26, 2019 Vote for this poem |
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