THE CRUSH

Posted: October 28, 2011 in Uncategorized
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THE CRUSH

 

I was jealous of

the guitar,

your fingers stroked the strings,

made beautiful sounds,

made others cry.

 

I was jealous of

your coffee,

your lips paused over the cup

dreamily, you swallowed so sexually,

delighted in each drop.

 

I was jealous of

your shower, beads

of water saturating each

inch of your steel body,

glistening in perfect solitude.

 

I was jealous of

your sheets, how they

wrapped you each night,

you left your scent there,

there you felt safe.

 

I could go on, the

silly musings of a young girl

with a stupid crush,

I’m too young for this.

 

I hand in my Essay after

class.  It’s about Moving On,

letting go of things we’ll never have.

 

Research taught me nothing.

 

 

 

~ ~ ~

© Copyright 2011 ♥Susan Joyner-Stumpf

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