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Array ( [sid] => 115514 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Perfect Affair [time] => 2006-02-27 16:34:26 [hometext] => [bodytext] => A still night,
Clear and peaceful.
The moon,
A glowing pearl.
The stars,
Twinkling diamonds.
A small breeze
As we swing back and forth.
The creaking of the
Ancient wooden swing
Could be heard around the world,
But the only sound
I can hear
Is his
Calm, stead breathing:
In as we swing back,
Nearly brushing the elderly pine behind us,
And out as we swing forward,
Reaching up to touch the sky.
As we pick up speed,
His arm discretely slides around my waist,
As if keeping me from getting
Drawn out of his possession.
He pulls me closer.
I rest my head so comfortably
On his chest.
The fresh, soothing scent
Of his after shave
Takes me away to a mystical utopia.
I look up
To make sure this is really happening,
To assure myself that this is really him.
He’s staring off into the distance,
But by the outline of his face in the moonlight,
And the firmness of his jaw line,
There’s no doubt in my mind that it’s him.
I lay my head
Back down
Against his solid frame
And we begin to swing higher
And faster.
A bit too unsafe.
It begins to rain.
The drops sting my eyes.
I strain to see that
The sky of jewels has faded.
The moon has lost its glow.
The surroundings have dimmed.
Everything has turned grey.
I open my mouth to call out to him,
For he is no longer within my reach,
But the salty rain demands silence.
I close my burning eyes
As the world around me transforms.
I can hear the whorl of wind and rain
As my body spins and tilts.
I crash down hard but don’t feel a thing.

Silence.

I cautiously rise and open my eyes
To see nothing but black.
A single tear,
A salty raindrop,
Rolls down my cheek.
I turn to my stomach and sigh,
If only dreams came true.
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The Perfect Affair

Contributed by Drapes on Monday, 27th February 2006 @ 04:34:26 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

A still night,
Clear and peaceful.
The moon,
A glowing pearl.
The stars,
Twinkling diamonds.
A small breeze
As we swing back and forth.
The creaking of the
Ancient wooden swing
Could be heard around the world,
But the only sound
I can hear
Is his
Calm, stead breathing:
In as we swing back,
Nearly brushing the elderly pine behind us,
And out as we swing forward,
Reaching up to touch the sky.
As we pick up speed,
His arm discretely slides around my waist,
As if keeping me from getting
Drawn out of his possession.
He pulls me closer.
I rest my head so comfortably
On his chest.
The fresh, soothing scent
Of his after shave
Takes me away to a mystical utopia.
I look up
To make sure this is really happening,
To assure myself that this is really him.
He’s staring off into the distance,
But by the outline of his face in the moonlight,
And the firmness of his jaw line,
There’s no doubt in my mind that it’s him.
I lay my head
Back down
Against his solid frame
And we begin to swing higher
And faster.
A bit too unsafe.
It begins to rain.
The drops sting my eyes.
I strain to see that
The sky of jewels has faded.
The moon has lost its glow.
The surroundings have dimmed.
Everything has turned grey.
I open my mouth to call out to him,
For he is no longer within my reach,
But the salty rain demands silence.
I close my burning eyes
As the world around me transforms.
I can hear the whorl of wind and rain
As my body spins and tilts.
I crash down hard but don’t feel a thing.

Silence.

I cautiously rise and open my eyes
To see nothing but black.
A single tear,
A salty raindrop,
Rolls down my cheek.
I turn to my stomach and sigh,
If only dreams came true.

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Re: The Perfect Affair (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Monday, 27th February 2006 @ 04:36:52 PM AEST
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beautifully written

Re: The Perfect Affair (User Rating: 1 )
by purplestary on Monday, 27th February 2006 @ 06:30:36 PM AEST
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wow!! this is an amazing write. i am speachless...wow....yes.."If only dreams came true."...

Re: The Perfect Affair (User Rating: 1 )
by thesinner on Monday, 27th February 2006 @ 08:07:14 PM AEST
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i think we can all relate to this one.nicely done.

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