Another poem from the vaults. (laughoutloud)
"Snib Rud"
And that was the night I met you.
I could not stop staring.
You were in the exact form I had always pictured:
Bearded, porcelain, warm.
Full of mildness and sweetness.
Stuffed with temerity.
Laced in good humor.
Dipped in a vat of laid-back.
Cautious-honest...
But I cannot forget that this is what I have oft wanted before,
And when fully sampled,
Found it to be less appealing than imagined.
So where does that leave us?
You, a stranger with a debauched uncle.
Me, a taken woman,
In every sense of the word.
My eyes followed you everywhere
In the hopes that they might ignite
Some miracle between them
That would transcend all boundaries...
Alas, this could not be.
You moved to the door,
And with a warm shake and a gentle smile,
You were gone.
Disappeared behind a door that led you
To brisker weather and congenial smokers conversation,
While I, trapped in my relationship occupation,
Could only sit beautifully
And smile secret tragedies inside.
We were the afternooners.
And I hope that someday
There will be a sunrise for us.
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