Orange

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    Orange

    Under the stars we walked

    Through the Orange grove we explored

    Like small children

    We played and held hands

    Talking and walking

    We shared laughs

    I teased you

    You grabbed my hat

    Ran through the trees with it

    A small chase full of giggles followed

    I catch you with my arms

    You catch my Heart with your eyes

    We stop and stare deep into each other

    Our lips meet

    I drop my hat

    You lift your leg

    I take ahold

    Like a dance

    Passion fills the air

    The kisses grow deeper

    We take to the dirt

    Admire the stars

    As they admire our connection

    Three shooting stars race across our view

    Three wishes are made

    I got my second one

    This wasn’t planned

    It wasn’t lustful

    This was in the moment

    Honest

    Passionate

    To spite the cold

    We take shelter in each other’s arms

    Remaining warm

    We talk while hopelessly lost

    Within the others very being

    Alas we begin our walk

    To the edge of the grove

    Crescent moon decides to guide

    Our path back to the world

    We left behind

    Hours ago

    I’ll never look at an Orange in the same way again

    Nor will I look at you in the same manner

    Oranges will for ever bring a smile now

    The sight of you will always have a deeper meaning in my Heart

    My hidden comfort

    You

    For you’re the first in a long time

    To see me as I am

    No games

    No rules

    You don’t see me as the Dancer

    You follow your Heart

    And you see mine

    Your touched as I am

    Our breed have a special gift

    An ability to see what so many others are blind to

    For last night was

    Oranges

    -Fin-

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    TheLastCowboy commented on Orange

    06-14-2012

    thank you

    psychotales commented on Orange

    06-13-2012

    Beautiful, This piece gave me shivers. Well written and well done!

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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