Nothing can happen now
We’re in a room full of people
I look at you
Your eyes burn
Can green eyes do that?
Yours do
Is that passion?
On the surface, yes
But what lies beneath that burning fire
in those jade orbs I love to gaze into?
Something deeper
Much deeper
Something that says
I will take you however I can get you
At your best
And at your worst
Forever and ever
I will stand by you
come what may
I will hold you dear
I will keep you safe
But not too close
I want to see you shine
I want to see you fly
I’m proud to have you on my arm
Make the other men jealous
You are my woman
You came with me
You’re leaving with me
And if you have one too many
I’ll take you home and put you to bed
I’ll undress you
And I will never mention
That your socks didn’t match
That’s how much I love you
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Absolutely charming.
Oh yeah. Charming. Buaaahaaahaaa!
Thanks!
This is really sweet. I skimmed it earlier today, and thought you had written a poem for Tim Robbins. I giggled when you didn’t tell him his socks didn’t match. I came back now to read it more carefully, and see it is written from a man’s perspective. Very nice. You are really good with this type of writing.
Aw, thanks! I wrote it Saturday night, after having dinner and one tee many martunis with friends. When I got undressed for bed, I noticed that my socks didn’t match, and that got me thinking. If I was so shitliquored that Tim Robbins had to put me into bed tonight, (because he would), would he call me a dork in the morning because of my unmatched socks. (probably not).
My first ever poem, written from a man’s perspective, while under the influence of alcohol! Yay for me!
Awwww, your husband is a lucky guy.
Wait, are you coming onto me?
Um, no. Just saying what I would hope would happen if I got so hammered I couldn’t get myself to bed. In reality, that hasn’t happened for ten or fifteen years.
It’s a sweet sentiment, still.
Yeah, I guess so. Mr Cheeky was thrilled when he read my new post. He had no idea I was being published on FOG today. I wanted to surprise him. Thanks for all of your help, you know it wouldn’t have happened without you! Shit! I need to mention you. Ooops! Edit time.
No need. I didn’t really do anything.
Too late. It’s done.
Very nice poem!
My socks never match! Lovely.
Thanks! Ha ha, mine usually do, but when I wrote this, they didn’t.
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