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Poem #15 from The Book of Evenings

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I know it’s crazy
but she was the first one that I saw
in oh so long
I almost fell right there on the spot
wanted to ask her
to touch me
had to fight to hold back my hands

from reaching out
to stroke her skin
I knew
what I’d feel
like she had an aura
and I had an aura
as though
we were meant to come together
but I
.
.
.
.
I wonder what she’s doing now
if she felt the thing
that I did
I never asked her
never spoke
I never saw her again
but I think about that feeling
and wonder

I work my way to nighttime
and I wonder


© Frank Prem 2003

The Book of Evenings Poem #16: the man who knew

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