When we first met
I looked into her eyes
I saw her smile
We held each other’s hand
We laughed and we talked
I told her that she was beautiful
I invited her out to dinner
We had drinks at my place
We kissed and we touched
We had passionate sex
She told me that she loved me
I knew that it wouldn’t last
When we first met
I looked into her eyes
I saw her smile
We held each other’s hand
We laughed and we talked
I told her that she was beautiful
I invited her out to dinner
We had drinks at my place
We kissed and we touched
We had passionate sex
She told me that she loved me
I knew that it wouldn’t last
When we first met
4 comments:
Reponse to a friend:
This is not about me. :)
It could have been about me at one time, but I've grown up since then. Like so many other men, I went from a "mannish-boy" to just a man. Some men get to the point in their life when they take more responsibility for their actions (I practice that). They stop preying on women for sexual gratification and pray instead. It's not easy because women sometimes make it very easy to just "slip" in. However, I try to take their feelings into consideration and just step.
Stephen,
(It's me, Bay...just posting under my other name)...
Thanks for the comment you left here (you've been writing a lot of poetry lately, by the way...good for you!).
I think the natural inclination is to assume that the poems we write are about us. I'm glad to hear that you are a man who takes responsibility for his actions with regard to your sexual stance with women. You are right in saying that women can often make it difficult for men. That's something that we have to own and take responsibility for, as well. I guess the older we get, (hopefully!) our perspectives on things change. We grow from boys to men, from girls to women, and the choices we make are everything. Shoot. I'm not even sure what I'm trying to say here. Maybe I'll just be quiet now. :)
Have a great day,
Bay
very well written. the technique of using the first line as the last is a good concept I call "framing". You frame the entire poem within those lines and do well with it
This is why I like having smart, thinking friends. :) Thanks.
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