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"Bus Ride"
She sits humming the tune
From the show he played for her
When she was last at his house
While others stare
And watch her smile
With bright, happy eyes.
They hunger to touch the skin
To hear the voice in their ear
To smell the shampoo
(Or lack thereof)
To taste her lunch on her lips
She longs to be curled back up
In the safety of his blankets
To hear his soft breathing
To smell his cologne
(Faded from the day before)
To taste the hint of each other's love on his lips
Before falling asleep
In one another's arms
Warm and content
She sits on the bus
Envisioning his smile
Intended strictly for her
And wishes to hold his hand now
While strangers watch her
In her anticipation
Of precious time
With her beloved.
~Diana Heard
written on August 1, 2007
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Comments
Alexiel Krahe Says:
There are a few small language errors, such as "They hunger to touch the skin" ("Hunger" is a noun). However, I like the simple and realistic feeling this poem has. It's rather sweet.