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Avi, Oh Avi

Oh Avi, Avi
  Sometimes, with my eyes closed
    I see you dance
      A dervish, whirling, like me
        And I wished
          Oh how I wished you would
            pirouette into my arms
              You would hold me
                How I would hold you

                  But my arms and yours
                caught girls, alluring and delicate
              Oh Avi, Avi
            When you laughed
                                          My stomach turned
                             And multi-coloured butterflies
             And small flying kites
danced into the air

     Occasionally you glanced at me
       the way I did at you
       I think you did
Oh Avi, Avi
        We were so young
                Just boys, small boys
Thinking about you still
  makes my day smile

             I wheel my chair
        With light rhythmic movements
   Dreaming about a time
  Where I still had dreams
     And you were in them
          With our tights and muscular
               Frames and our *****
             Avi, oh Avi.

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March 7, 2017
© Darren White

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Kai Michael Neumann Date: 3/13/2017 11:38:00 AM Audacious write. I like it, Kai. Login to Reply Darren White Date: 3/13/2017 12:24:00 PM Thanks, Kai :)

Sara Ella Date: 3/7/2017 9:34:00 PM Happy memories <3 Of dance and young love <3 These all bring smiles :) Love the imagery, Darren. Login to Reply Darren White Date: 3/7/2017 11:30:00 PM Hey there Sara :) Yes, they bring smiles <3

Arthur Vaso Date: 3/7/2017 9:15:00 PM Such a beautiful and well written poem Darren, ah memories, sometimes they carry us through the day! the good ones anyways. Login to Reply Darren White Date: 3/7/2017 11:30:00 PM Yes, exactly, good memories have that ability :)

Margie Bernard Date: 3/7/2017 6:34:00 PM This is beautiful Darrin...the imagery is amazing! Login to Reply Darren White Date: 3/7/2017 11:29:00 PM I am very fond of this poem, so, thank you Margie.

Connie Marcum Wong Date: 3/7/2017 5:39:00 PM This beautiful poem tears to my eyes Darren. I am speechless! Login to Reply Darren White Date: 3/7/2017 11:28:00 PM Connie, thank you so much!

Bapan Sekh Date: 3/7/2017 3:02:00 PM Fellow feelings, as innocent as childhood, warmly expressed. Enjoyed very much Login to Reply Darren White Date: 3/7/2017 11:28:00 PM Thank you so much, yes, warm memories.

Nette Onclaud Date: 3/7/2017 2:46:00 PM life is made sweeter by the best of reveries and friendship.. how beautifully crafted, darren.. huggs Login to Reply Darren White Date: 3/7/2017 11:27:00 PM It certainly is Nette, thanks... hugs..

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart Date: 3/7/2017 2:31:00 PM Lovely! A warm and honest write. Thank you for sharing it xomo! Login to Reply Darren White Date: 3/7/2017 2:39:00 PM Thank you Maureen :)

Tim Smith Date: 3/7/2017 10:32:00 AM A beautiful memory...what we remember often takes on a life of it's own and the memory often is much greater than the actual event..such as Bible stories handed down from generation to generation. Login to Reply Darren White Date: 3/7/2017 10:41:00 AM It's okay... And it's true, but that is the beauty of good memories. They linger and after years can give you back that feeling, and that's wonderul. After generations and generations, and oral tradition, nothing is really the way it originally was :) Tim Smith Date: 3/7/2017 10:33:00 AM I still love your poem : )

Richard Lamoureux Date: 3/7/2017 8:29:00 AM This is quite beautiful. Young love does have a magical quality. Did he ever learn how you felt? Login to Reply Darren White Date: 3/7/2017 8:35:00 AM No, unfortunately not :) It was not the easiest thing to accept when I was small. I am openly gay now, but it took some years to admit that. I wouldn't know where he is now... Thank you Richard.