Shirley Alexander

Rookie - 1 Points (Somewhere under heaven, Georgia, USA)

Presents From Jim - Poem by Shirley Alexander

Nineteen sixty-nine. The autumn fair was in Athens.

I was sixteen. You had finished your senior year.

You threw well aimed darts, and loaded my arms

with cheap stuffed toys; soft treasures for my bed.

Arms and objections occupied, I leaned tight

while you held me from behind, whispering

unfamiliar syllables into my warming ear.

I remember your hands, and how I wanted

the force of them firm around my breasts;

fingertips exploring chilled hard nipples.

Old enough to want, too young to recognize

the scent you were leaving on my expectations.

You stood silhouetted against carnival lights;

Ferris wheel colors haloing your dark hair.

I grabbed my instamatic; snapped a hunk of you

as you left for California. And I am still here.


Comments about Presents From Jim by Shirley Alexander

  • Rookie - 23 Points Jim Norausky (1/29/2009 7:34:00 PM)

    Terrific write. 'the scent you were leaving on my expectations' very nice. Jim (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 28 Points Laurie Hill (1/29/2009 7:29:00 PM)

    A lovely poem..a memory of youth as if it was yesterday........1969....... the isle wight festival.. dylan etc.....many memories of those years.........10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 29, 2009

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