BUT WHEN I OPENED MY EYES

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    BUT WHEN I OPENED MY EYES

     At first I thought the kiss
    A fluttering summer breeze
    The soft way it brushed delicately
    Against my cheek on its morning flight

    Then I imagined as I lay there on the beach
    A sand fly paused to rest or taunt me
    Awake from my far-away dream
    And it was not a kiss at all

    But when I opened my eyes
    In a kind of slow squinting
    To ward off the bright sun
    I could sense your wet lips

    Still pursed and salty now against
    My bearded cheek
    And hear three whispered words
    Those same ones

    I long to hear and say forever
    That you love me, I love you
    Our two lives melded as one
    Like seamless ocean shells

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    sambpoet’s Poems (8)

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    I AM THE BLADES OF SUMMER GRASS 1 07/27/2009
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    FROM THE DEPTHS OF MY COMPLACENCY 0 07/26/2009
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