Poem: Her solitary wish tonight

Nine years ago, my friend, a
little taller than me, with nice
thick, curly hair and I,
stood in front of the air cooler.

We were singing. Our some-
what hormone tinged chords,
distorted by the gust of air.
Half the word would shiver.

Our lips wobbly like rubber.
Woolf had been discovered,
shelved. You asked me what
I wanted. Money. Love. Thin-ness.

I replied. Years later, your glasses
come to memory. You liked to
stand with the wind hitting
your face, only with naked eyes.

I wish now, that I had taken cue.
From that author. Asked for
something unsharable. Like
a room. Or emptiness.

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0 Responses to Poem: Her solitary wish tonight

  1. hippiedad says:

    Very nice poem. I’m going to add it to my blog…

    Thanks for the words.




  2. Fifth In Line says:

    Brilliant. I think I almost reduced myself to a puddle of tears reading this.


  3. dipali says:

    Brilliant. A room of course, but if not, at the very least, an unshared computer!


  4. km says:

    Singing in front of the cooler đŸ˜€



  5. vulture says:

    Elucidative, lyrical, transporting
    How do you think and express the way you do?
    I am so in love with the way you are