Naïve Regrets
Scanning back those typewriter days
Littered with square bracket smiles
Cheeky grins, shameless grabs
Pokes at flesh, searching for sparkles…
The convenient button that popped,
Wide eyed, invisible pleas go unseen
Comparing hands – oh so cliché- stroking your
Rebel’s hair…It’s so soothing when you do that…
Fumbling for fingers, entwine, stroke…
Blasé comments, but blind they fell on deaf ears.
Grins turning to laughter at touch,
Forgetting our place and time
Even when warned by grey matter
Stop touching the lady or I will move you…
Contact overused constantly,
Just stop and stare, connections failed…
Rushing to sever ties, connect fresh ones
Too soon, too soon…
Maturity failed my backwards mind…
However the photos,
Wrapped in arms, smiling innocence
Burn into my strings every time…
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