Morning Glory

By Ewan

Sun, 27 Jan 2008
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'Morning Gloria!'
We stifled a grin
as she took me in
hand.

Some time since we had
been on terms friendly
enough for such a
grip.

Hand taken away
as if forgetting
what to do with her
or my appendage.

I woke to find the
dreams of older men
still those of teenage
boys.

Certificate 15
Poem
Lovers, Liars and Just Good Friends.
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Ssor on
A lovely, delicate piece. Perhaps it's my sentimentality, but I wanted to change the order of the last stanza to: I woke to find the fond dreams of teenage boys still those of older men.

Ross McCague

Submitted by Ewan on
You know, I think you're right

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