One October Day

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    One October Day

    T'was early October the day we first met.
    A day I will never forget

    We drove to a  place he called "his own"
    when he wanted to meditate and be alone

    This day, so different from the start,
    Made such an impression on my heart

     Camera in hand, he led the way to the top
    Click after click, he had me awestruck

    Then down to the other side we went 
    We sat on the ground ~~ he gave me his shirt

    "Feel my heart pound" was his only request
    As I lay my head on his waiting chest

    I rested there for quite a while
    And began to enjoy his quiet style

    So different to me and a welcome change...
    I wanted to tell him but was afraid

    Talk of the past paved our way back
    Stories that burned in my heart
    I found myself yearning more and more
    To get into this gentle man's heart

    Donna M Orsino
    Copyright ©2009 Donna M Orsino




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    Hampton commented on One October Day

    01-06-2011

    Soft and flowing just as attractions to the opposite sex should be. Might you be posting something new in the near future?.....................................Hampton

    dmo8647

    01/09/2011

    Thanks for your compliment. I hope to be soon. It's been too long!! Have a very Happy New Year. Donna

    Stryx commented on One October Day

    10-12-2009

    Sweet.. I wonder what became of him? Nothing is better than young love - at least, the flush of love...

    SILKYTWEED commented on One October Day

    09-22-2009

    AWWW....this is Beautiful (smiling) I enjoyed this write...the feeling and emotion is dancing in presence and is so appreciated and felt as much as the experience and impression conveyed...Wonderful Job...Thanks for sharing!

    dmo8647

    09/22/2009

    THANK YOU....for commenting!! I appreciate you.

    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.

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