Naïve Regrets

Scanning back those typewriter days Littered with square bracket smiles Cheeky grins, shameless grabs Pokes at flesh, searching for sparkles… The convenient button that popped, Wide eyed, invisible pleas go unseen Comparing hands – oh so cliché- stroking your Rebel’s hair…It’s so soothing when you do that… Fumbling for fingers, entwine, stroke… Blasé comments, but blind they fell on deaf ears. Grins turning to laughter at touch, Forgetting our place and time Even when warned by grey matter Stop touching the lady or I will move you… Contact overused constantly, Just stop and stare, connections failed… Rushing to sever ties, connect fresh ones Too soon, too soon… Maturity failed my backwards mind… However the photos, Wrapped in arms, smiling innocence Burn into my strings every time…