She's Wet

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I took her hand at sweet sixteen Kissed her on the cheek The clouds looked down We were about to be drowned No umbrellas to protect our dreams I held her hand As we ran and ran Raindrops kissing our cheeks I gazed up at her delicious peeks I said sorry sweet, do not cry A tear she shed As she bled Her love was cut in two She looked at me, as if to plea Shivering she said, don’t mind me I am wet Wipe away my damp memories

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Jill Spagnola

Date: 4/28/2015 8:50:00 PM

I still dream of mine sometimes. The dreams are never kind. I love this poem! Jill

Arthur Vaso
Date: 4/30/2015 12:51:00 AM

Not sure if you have read a recent poem by River Green. I am always saddened when what should be beauty and love becomes a nightmare. Hugs

Funom Makama

Date: 4/14/2015 9:56:00 AM

discrete, lovely, incisive, well crafted and beautifully portrayed. I am happy to come across this wonderful piece....

Arthur Vaso
Date: 4/30/2015 12:49:00 AM

Thank you Funom, very kind words indeed!

Robert Lindley

Date: 4/13/2015 8:37:00 AM

Love of the days of youth.. Always brings a bit of joy and remembrance to me. My great love at age 16 did not even know I existed yet I persisted until we eventually dated--3 years later! Determination coupled with love's longings has its advantages.. Great write my friend , solid 7...

Arthur Vaso
Date: 4/13/2015 10:22:00 AM

Hi Robert, thanks for your kind words , as usual. Yes first love is always special!