My Breath Flew Out Of Me

grooveamatic

When you used to walk into a room
(remember how you used to walk in? All
swaying hips and pursed lips,
gesticulating as if to a crowd
of onlookers with cameras? Oh, it was great,
and I loved you for it.)
Everyone would look
And I would look
But you pretended not to notice.
Then you'd usually sit down next to me
(I felt ashamed to be so normal
and you so bright and perfect
like from a magazine
but you always said
that's what made us us
and me me
and then you'd smile and light a cigarette
while I thought about you naked)
And you'd say something like:
"I saw pure beauty today; it was a fig tree"
or
"I caught a glimpse of the next ethereal plane
last night,
you should have been there
it made me cry"
And then I'd put my arm around you
(and how you used to say
how strong I was
and it put you at ease
and it was never easy for you to be at ease
and our bodies fit together like Legos
you said that even with your eyes when you said it)
And we'd talk and drink coffee
Until everyone stopped looking at us.
I found a picture of you yesterday
Underneath a pile of papers
In the drawer where I keep all my poems
And my breath flew out of me
As if I had been stomped on.
Good God! I cried,
How it felt!
I think maybe I had never truly felt anything
In all my life
Until I saw you walk into a room,
And then I felt everything all at once.
Good God! I cried again.
I had to sit down for a minute.

Ms. Haiku

Wonder what the person the main character thinks about would think of this poem, eh?

Righteous Jammer

this describes how I look at someone at work

Felicity

grooveamatic wrote:

Good God! I cried,
How it felt!
I think maybe I had never truly felt anything
In all my life
Until I saw you walk into a room,
And then I felt everything all at once.
Good God! I cried again.
I had to sit down for a minute.

..........oh......i remember the lightning prickling through my being at a moment like this.every single time i looked at him.
breathless.
weak-kneed.
heart-pounding.
confused.
in ecstasy.

..oh.....

grooveamatic

Bibliobella wrote:

Wonder what the person the main character thinks about would think of this poem, eh?

I wonder that very much. Indeed I do. What would you think if an ex presented a poem like this to you? (not that I have any intentions of presenting this poem to anyone who may have "inspired" it).

grooveamatic

She's not the most beautiful woman ever--
Even I can see that--
Sometimes she doesn't smile so well,
Or, when she does smile, she does so
As though there were a rifle to her back.
When she watches her TV
She pretends to be a statue
Of chipped granite,
Grainy and stoic,
Making occasional faces
At my socks.
I open and close the blinds
Many times,
But the light never seems
To hit her just right,
Never highlights her features
The way I know it could,
And ought to.
But to see her from a distance--
The ungraceful flow of woman,
The manner of walking she has
Which is half-limp, half-skip,
The urgency she implies by moving slowly--
Is to trace a striking set of lines and twists
Which flash from the ground to the sky
Like lightning.
Holding the complete image in your mind,
Then may you slowly approach her,
Watching her uniqueness develop
And remain intact upon close inspection;
It is at this moment of transcendent clarity
That you will fall in love with her,
Convinced the slightest gesture of her waist
Is a crumb dropped from God.
Then I, and you now, too,
Will beg for her to be still closer,
Weep for her to touch us.

Ms. Haiku

grooveamatic wrote:

I wonder that very much. Indeed I do. What would you think if an ex presented a poem like this to you? (not that I have any intentions of presenting this poem to anyone who may have "inspired" it).

An ex-boyfriend of my twin's (when she was dating her now husband) called her because of a song that used to be "their" song. They did not routinely just call each other. It probably made him feel better, but it was out-of-line it seemed. I did not think he showed her respect by insinuating that they could get back together when she was obviously happy with someone else.

Now, if the two people are still friends, and the other person is not with someone then who knows, maybe the other person feels the same way.

grooveamatic

In the past--
And there I was--
That time has passed,
Just because.

In the past--
And there I am--
I've made it last,
Cause time's a scam.

ANDY521

its beautiful.. . .i hope u think of me that way sometimes.

miss u
me