Lisa Prince
a dramatic shift in polarity
like weekends, I am never fully dressed
the year was 1983
my first french kiss
the taste of tongue heavy
upon my lips
you never thought I'd get over you
and maybe I never did
there was a little café
hidden in a cul de sac somewhere
over there by the river
I drank margaritas and sang with the band
there were undergarments
I never wore again
listless with the fever of jazz
so many times I wanted to say
it's raining outside
I still like to stand in a storm
feel wet upon my face
thrill to the clap of thunder
like falling in love all over again
round IV, poem 24, 24 Januar 2006
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| Lisa Prince
calls Southern Ontario (Canada) her home, where she lives with
her daughter and three cats. Currently a full-time mom and homemaker,
she writes as the mood strikes, and more recently as a daily poetic
challenge. email: L.Prince |
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