PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Each and every time we walk

these forest trails and speak so slowly.

I watch you and stay at least

a few good steps behind your back.

Because finally you are

the classic work of priceless fiction:

sits upon the bookstore shelves,

Insists on every passing body.

The world just loves to watch

your every little bounce and ripple.

With every guy and casing eye,

you had a smile that gave you away.

We always have one or two

fingers staying laced together.

But for now and soon to come?

We're still shouting loud from 'cross the corridors.