Thursday, March 5, 2009

Call Back the Day: a poem

Call Back the Day

When I leave you at night

I always look back

drawing a last melancholy ballad

from your eyes.

When you are
out of view, shivers

They slide

through me

like tears.

I call back the day

when you brush by me,

tending my ass
with your palm.

(c) MLM (Lydia)

Meeting on the Turret Stairs-Frederick William Burton



Steve Morozumi said...

wow. that's hot!

-Steve @ fluxlife

Don't Feed The Pixies said...

Yes - very steamy!

Though i feel sorry for the Donkey (bad joke - consider my hand slapped!)

Seriously - "drawing a last melancholy ballad" - that's lovely imagery

Wayfaring Wanderer said...

I was totally NOT expecting it to end that way!

Jennifer said...

Well, I do like how you slip that last bit in at the end. But all of it is quite nice (including the labels: get your loving' at home).

Buddha said...

You are an incorrigible romantic!
Who is the lucky guy?

Lydia said...

@Steve- Wow (that's wow backwards), thanks!

@Pixies- Your comments, both complimentary and comedic, are appreciated as always. :)

@Wayfaring Wanderer- but, but, all (good) (and bad) things come to an end. :)

@Jennifer- A.Mazing that you'd comment on the label because when I tagged it that way I thought Jennifer's gonna get this, not for any particular reason other than your labels are always pertinent to your topics.

@Buddha- Thanks.....I think!
Oh, and you can find out all about the guy here ... :)

Spokane Erin said...

The last two lines are perfect.

Lydia said...

@Spokane Erin- I thank you for thinking they are good. Mostly, thanks for being here. :)

Hattie said...

How... touching. (Sobs.)

Lydia said...

@Hattie- Your short comment says so much. Thank you.



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