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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. *** 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.

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.

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.

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!

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!

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

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

Darren White
Date: 3/7/2017 11:27:00 PM

It certainly is Nette, thanks... hugs..

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 3/7/2017 2:31:00 PM

Lovely! A warm and honest write. Thank you for sharing it xomo!

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.

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?

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.