when i was eleven years old
we crowded around an old bottle
the glass spun on scratched hardwood
everyone holding their breath in silence
my heart pounding louder than reason
my eyes fixed on the circle's spin
the trembling empty bottle slowing down
until it pointed directly at her
someone giggled but it wasn’t me
someone whispered but i didn’t hear
cindy’s face closer than the sun
her breath like summer against my skin
i think i willed it to happen
i think the world obeyed somehow
her lips soft and clumsy on mine
an electric crash hidden in a whisper
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Comments2
This brought back memories long buried and the childhood innocence of the game and the electricity of the moment, the thrill and wishes and hope fulfilled amidst the background of others mirth made the poem a real moment. A fare for sure
Thank You Soren
Beautiful.
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