Until the Next Time
By Theopolis K. Caldwell, Featured Poet
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
You sit there in coincidence
eying me each second
You sit there with unbelievable beauty
that strikes my attention
You sit there with obvious thoughts
inviting me into your world
You sit there,
Your lips cry out to my soul
wanting me to satisfy your thoughts with each motion
Your eyes send messages
as you glare at me constantly
As you sit there entertaining your thoughts
with me on the brain
You think about how ironic this must be
that I am sitting across from you once again
but without any approach, no bodily motion,
just the eye contact and motions of my soul
crying out for your attention
without a single breath being wasted from lips.
As you depart from my prescence,
you glare at me one last time and smile
as you walk away thinking about the next time
that you and I will meet and possibly
make a move to pursue one another.
But that would only be a coincidence until the next time.
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