MIRIAM'S THAT KIND OF LOVE.A Poem by Terry CollettA WOMAN AND HER NEW LOVE.
O yes
this is love this is what Miriam knows as love not the maybe kind of love or what her mother would have called courting love but the real thing the thing that hits you in the guts that makes you not want to eat or drink but want to dream yourself silly over the kind of love feeling that drives you mad with the thinking of the thing and yes as the ordinary people walk by she feels sorry for them not knowing this love she feels not understanding that there's more to life than the next meal or pay rise or promotion if that was anything at all at least not now she feels like shouting to the world not now and o if only he were here if only he could see her now sitting in her blue short skirt and pink jumper and those underwear he bought her with the soft feel on that stall he said sit on and o she could squeeze herself could hug her body in a frenzy of excitement and o to be in his arms and feel his warmth and to feel his cheek on hers and his hand holding her hand and giving it that little tug of here we go Honey let’s show the world where it can get off because this is love she says this is the big one and she can sense her body glow and her pulse rocket through her breasts and arms and feet and thighs and o a thousand other places the world will never see or know about and yes this is it this is the kind of wake me in the morning at 2 am and kiss me and rock me and this is love her mother never knew not in all her big American life not in New York or Chicago or no place her mother knew this kind of love pinch this sort of electric buzz of a feel especially when he holds her and blows those small breaths into her ears and sometimes between her thighs o my God what to do? where to go? o this is the big one this the time to live life to the full love to stand on the ledge of a tall building and scream out kind of love feel and if he will show right now in this room and come in and say love you Honey love the woman you are and she wants him and wants his feel his lips his everything is that him? was that the door bell ring? no just the mailman with a letter from him saying in his neat pen saying he can’t make tonight Honey but maybe when. ![]() © 2013 Terry Collett |
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1 Review Added on March 15, 2013 Last Updated on March 15, 2013 AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more.. |


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