I tell you that a young man
in this library
finds you exciting. Don’t laugh.
He has seen your passion
in the stacks
with Baudelaire in your lap,
face rosy with trying
to enter an old, gone world.
He longs to lure you,
reads every book you linger over
to share your sighs.
One night he will outwait you
and ask to drive you home.
You will say no and then, looking
into the honeyed chambers
of his eyes, yes
will fall out
over the neat, white files of your teeth.
And the leap of fire
in his eyes will tell your fortune.
Hi Peggy...wow...this is most excellent...very enjoyable read...you are a VERY good poet/writer...this is good stuff... Lare Austin
Yes peggy, very good. I agree with PH on this. Original and excellent.
Peggy, this is your best yet. How refreshingly original. And the ending, from 'yes will fall out...' to the end is superb!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent.....very cleverly written