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Paying it Forward
“You look good all dressed up”
a voice said, and I turned
to see her two grey eyes fixed
upon me, devouring my contrasts
and contours, reading my reactions
as if she knew I’d always wanted
for her to say something, anything
to me, knowing I wouldn’t know
how to reply as I stammered out
a cheesy, but sincere “well, uhm,
you look good anywhere” retort
that made her snort, her crooked
smile twinkling down upon me
from the declining escalator we
both shared that seemed to descend
endlessly into the gutter of dirty
things I wanted to do with her that
made me blush as if she could
read my intimate thoughts on what
had to be the protruding horns of
my corny forehead that she reached
out to touch gently, having heard my
thought that said “please, for the love
of everything holy, reach out to
touch me gently, or even not so gently,
I don’t even care, thank God you’re
here-” my thirst interrupted and
quenched by a tender kiss and a soft
reminder that it’s time for me to end
the escalator ride towards the center
of us and awaken to the real world,
and much like my dream, this poem
will end abruptly with a vague sense of
dissatisfaction.
***
Originally posted on Medium.
Shared on dVerse OpenLinkNight #255 hosted by Grace. Other poets have shared here.
Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
“the escalator ride towards the center
of us”
Wow. That is completely satisfying to me.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Wonderful poem, softly sensuous. The last five lines…Between the satisfaction and the dissatisfaction. A Most satisfying write.
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Thank you. 🙂
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I enjoyed the flirtatious opening and where it took your poem, Barry. These lines made me smile:
‘from the declining escalator we
both shared that seemed to descend
endlessly into the gutter of dirty
things I wanted to do with her that
made me blush…’
and
‘the escalator ride towards the center
of us’.
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Thank you Kim. I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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Nice description: “the escalator ride towards the center
of us and awaken to the real world,”
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Thank you Frank. 🙂
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There is absolutely no way that anyone could resist that type of flirting! gosh! Marvelous poem 🙂
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Thank you. Glad you liked it. Bashful, awkward flirting is kinda my “thing”. 😉
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I love those hungry types of dreams, especially when it involves someone I’ve hungered for while awake.
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Me too… me too. *sigh*
Thank you. 🙂
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You’re very welcome 🙂
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Oh.. the craving in this… love how it started, and how you tried keep yourself together until it dissolved into a dream…
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Thanks, Björn. Glad you liked it. 🙂
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