Twenty-Four Hour Anniversary Poem by Ann ...

Twenty-Four Hour Anniversary

Rating: 5.0


Hello Stranger,

Would you like to be my friend?

we counted the homeless
asleep in moore square

and laughed at the girls
who came into the bar
soaking wet after a
Journey Concert.

Would you like to make love to me?
The bed is still wet with your sweat.
You have left and I forgot to tell you

I love you endlessly.

Stranger,
You are the only
one who sees me.

Stranger,
the room disappears when
you enter, the crowd fades
and it is only we two.

Stranger,
hold let me snuggle under
your arm. I am so cold.

Stranger,
closest friend, warm
cherished lover,
Could this be real?

Are you sure you are
a REAL stranger?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marvin Brato 11 August 2008

Nice confession, or it is a dream? Either ways, we are all strangers to each others until we find someone who cease to be and becomes a lover! A 10.

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