Pleasantry Exchange

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Pleasantry Exchange


 

A catalyst for washed over emotion

drummed up impressions of orphan dialogue

simplify earnest detachment

Elastic in resistance

I watched you do you for you until I felt it

closing my eyes upon consumption

The sun breaks the still of a transitioned sky

as if God lifted his drowsy eyelids

to supply the flowers with rays

I was in love with a love that loved like love should

you spoke to me in the sweetest voice

I could taste your tone

As pristine as I was defiled

our moment in closing distance and space

elapsed and I watched you blossom 

I could literally feel your scent

as it weighed heavily on my person

comforting my pen

You are divinity and I thought of you religiously

praying that I would get it

hoping that you never pinched me but you did

Days added up to weeks that satisfied months

yet you are who you were

as I watch you do you for you 

Each closed door is symbolic, I flinch each time  

anticipating the worse

knowing just how precious you are

What I would not do to feel you

or just kiss you like it was my dying wish

and that wish is for me to be missed

I sit back and watch you do for you

but I just want you to know

that in the midst I am doing me for you too

 

©Freddie Scott

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Fredscott’s Poems (10)

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Pleasantry Exchange 0
The Panties 0
Admonished Heartbeats 0
Self-Portrait 1
Wet Journal Entry 0
Pretend-ship 2
Monarch 1
Accredited 0
Crying Happy Pain 0
A Writer’s Love and the Reader’s Script 0