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| Second place tie in Taboo Words Contest, December, 2019 -- Red laces adorn white leather atop pearly steel. Metal flashes, frozen splashes -- twirl to toe, spin and clear. Coast the soft, oval plain. Lofty, tin speakers pump oldies in vain. Wheeling through winter, heart hiding, soul confiding, these crystal-blue eyes stared when I saw you, still night in cool air. When Will I See You Again echoes, warped through time. Perfect-white, wool petticoat emblazoned you upon shadowed bluffs of snow with Molly Jean, whose looks lingered longer. Brief whispers witnessed; you took sidelong glances, circuitous journeys away. Bundled, small boys falling in sweaty moon boots, lifted up by your arms. I pined to be helpless, too: share hot cocoa, a bench to unwrap, unlace, release trapped heat in that winter shed -- see your chest heave in whiter sweater. I waited for you to look back, only to fade into black night with damned plumes and taillights from your father's Vista Cruiser. Heart sighing, soul denying, these crystal-blue eyes recall with the radio repeating melodies down the forgotten hall. Steel rusts, a soul distrusts, but coast the soft, oval plain as dim Winter returns again. Mixed: rhyming verses around freeverse story 40 lines Poem began as a mess: Taboo Words Contest Metal flashes, frozen splashes Twirl to toe, spin and clear Coast the soft, oval plain Lofty tin speakers Pump oldies in vain Heart gliding, soul confiding wheeling through winter's Sentimental fare Still night in cool air White leather trimmed red laces Top your pearly steel To song, When Will I See You Again echoing through crusty speakers You in thick wool petticoat against snow bluffs with Molly Jean She perhaps stared longer while you took sidelong glances on your circuitous journey Mostly away from me Boys in rubber winter boots slide and fall helped up by the likes of you Youth, my vigor Winters pining to sip hot cocoa with you in the shed Wishing to share a bench, unlace, unwrap long enough to cool winter wool’s trapped heat and sweat See your chest heave in that sweater, inviting clutches I could only envision |
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