Metaphor
Warm night,
moist air,
heavy with the thought
of such a simple thing,
it hangs near the roadway
like mist,
clusters of anticipation
just to see someone,
to feel a hug,
nestle my face for an instant
in the warmth
only found there.
The car slices through the fog
as we go;
happy chatter,
my heart racing nearer as we get.
Smiles,
greetings,
casual touch...
He tells me later in passing,
he could see my very heart
pounding through my shirt...
a metaphor,
surely...
but just the same...
he was correct...
K.M.Q.F.
6/26/13
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