Darren White Poet Free verse

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 March 13, 2017 at 11:38 AM Audacious write. I like it, Kai. Darren White March 13, 2017 at 12:24 PM Thanks, Kai :)

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

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

Margie Bernard March 7, 2017 at 6:34 PM This is beautiful Darrin...the imagery is amazing! Darren White March 7, 2017 at 11:29 PM I am very fond of this poem, so, thank you Margie.

Connie Marcum Wong March 7, 2017 at 5:39 PM This beautiful poem tears to my eyes Darren. I am speechless! Darren White March 7, 2017 at 11:28 PM Connie, thank you so much!

Bapan Sekh March 7, 2017 at 3:02 PM Fellow feelings, as innocent as childhood, warmly expressed. Enjoyed very much Darren White March 7, 2017 at 11:28 PM Thank you so much, yes, warm memories.

Nette Onclaud March 7, 2017 at 2:46 PM life is made sweeter by the best of reveries and friendship.. how beautifully crafted, darren.. huggs Darren White March 7, 2017 at 11:27 PM It certainly is Nette, thanks... hugs..

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 7, 2017 at 2:31 PM Lovely! A warm and honest write. Thank you for sharing it xomo! Darren White March 7, 2017 at 2:39 PM Thank you Maureen :)

Tim Smith March 7, 2017 at 10:32 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. Darren White March 7, 2017 at 10:41 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 March 7, 2017 at 10:33 AM I still love your poem : )

Richard Lamoureux March 7, 2017 at 8:29 AM This is quite beautiful. Young love does have a magical quality. Did he ever learn how you felt? Darren White March 7, 2017 at 8:35 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.