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Offline A_Mourning_Glory

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~like no other~
« on: June 05, 2011, 12:50 PM »

At the county fair,
he leaned in towards me;
the taste of rum invaded my mouth;
inhibitions were lost.

I'd always considered him shy,
a simple country boy
with not much on his mind,
a listener, more than a talker.

There had come a time before
when he came calling on a Sunday.
Still in his church clothes, we took a stroll.
It was the first time he held my hand.

Things were different that day.
I think it was the way he spoke my name.

At the fair, he displayed Houdini talents
on himself before reaching 'round me;
my bra became invisible in record time.
Then, spontaneity grew, as did other things.

Carnival-like music and a noisy crowd
masked gutteral sounds,
my responsiveness to hands and fingers
frisking, probing from all directions.

The constant force of the wind pinned
my flowery cotton skirt up over my head.
There existed a sense of danger;
the two of us excited, our hearts raced.

We knew the difference between right and wrong.
We also knew there was a time and place for everything,
but with our passion primed,
we were unable to rationalize.

Billy Ray and I became locked
into a place where there's no turning back.
Pretty horsies pumped up and down
in full view as the music played.

The ride ended too soon, but
not before a long, deep-throated kiss.
He then put his arms around me for a few
as we said our good nights and good byes.

We parted smiling, a gleam in our eyes, and
although I never saw Billy Ray again
(his father sold their farm and moved away),
there isn't a time when I cannot remember.

Oh, the sweetness of cotton candy
on that hot summer night
as it mixed with the scent of us,
permeating the air when,
in one split second, the colors
flashing from that tall ferris wheel
collided with the stars of the Milky Way.
There was an explosion of fireworks
better than any 4th of July display.
 
Things were different that night,
perhaps it was the way he spoke my name...

like no other.
"I thought I'd begin by reading a poem by Shakespeare, but then I thought, why should I? He never reads any of mine."
....Spike Milligan (1918-2002)...

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Re: ~like no other~
« Reply #1 on: June 06, 2011, 09:18 PM »
brought back some memories of the county fair - sensual writing without going too bold - nicely done
~ Marsha ~
 

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Re: ~like no other~
« Reply #2 on: June 07, 2011, 11:51 PM »
Hi Marsha,

Thanks much for the read and your kind comment.  I wanted something relatable and erotic, something surreal, not trashy, so I think you've let me know I've been able to do that.  :)

Cherri

p.s.  besides, was just a lot of fun to write....     where you can let your imagination run wild.
"I thought I'd begin by reading a poem by Shakespeare, but then I thought, why should I? He never reads any of mine."
....Spike Milligan (1918-2002)...

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Re: ~like no other~
« Reply #3 on: June 08, 2011, 11:35 AM »
Oh, golly. Did this ever bring back memories. Some that I'd like to forget. Well, I had forgotten until your poem reminded me!!




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Re: ~like no other~
« Reply #4 on: June 09, 2011, 09:12 AM »
witt ~

that's great you connected with some memories, but I guess some things we choose to forget for a reason, hehe!   :tongue

Oh, and I guess you can imagine how they came up with the name tilt-o-whirl !!!  and Merry Go Round?  There's a whole lot of history at the county fair.  I speculate it started with Ferris and his wheel though.

Thanks for the read!

Cherri

"I thought I'd begin by reading a poem by Shakespeare, but then I thought, why should I? He never reads any of mine."
....Spike Milligan (1918-2002)...