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Northbound Bus

Too many people cram in

The nights last bus is heading north

Weary from our fun



Pushing back and up a step

a group of friends surrounds me

couple A move back and couple B in front



Young Ms. B is pushed up and back against me by the crowd

when all is settled we're on our way

she has no rail to hold onto

So, of course, she wraps herself

draped over Mr B.

clinging to his back, she nuzzles in and coos softly in his ear

"I'll just hold on here and you can protect me"

And he stood strong, she did not fall

and tenderness flowed from her

I'd lost my faith in tenderness, so often it was lost

pushed away in things to do

and never picked up after

I miss it so,

the warm sweet glow

of a lover to take care of

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Skylar Smythe said…
Don't stop writing... this yearning is the essence... this is where healing will come from, letting this kind of wanting.. out of you.
October 21, 2008 at 1:24 PM
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