SHE: Poem 4 –
“she asks of me” (circa ’85)
she asks of me
to leave my Walkman off
so i actually hear
her laughter drifting by
she asks of me
to lend my neon shades
when the sun’s
too bright for shy smiles
she asks of me
to stash my mixtape lineup
and trade dance
in the arcade’s strobe
she asks of me
to call her on the payphone—
no excuses about
dead quarters or fear
she asks of me
to slip on my roller skates
and keep pace with hers
around the rink
she asks of me
to admit my favourite song—
not hide it behind
a Rubik’s-cube of cool
she asks of me
to crack my shell wide open
and toss in a beat of honesty
and i’m learning—
one neon heartbeat at a time—
how to answer every one
of her lighted asks.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Trust comes slowly with the recognition that one will not be hurt but sharing can be the opening of a flower. A lovely write Cryptic
That it is and with certain persons, indeed. Thanks, Soren🙏🏻🕊️
You are most welcome Cryptic
Arqios, this carries a gentle nostalgia, but it’s more than that…it’s about letting someone in, piece by piece. The imagery grounds it in time, but the heart of it feels universal. That movement from guarded to open…one step at a time…really lands. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
It’s like the battle of the conscious and the subconscious in real time, thanks Tittu🙏🏻🕊️
Good write A.
Thanks O🙏🏻🕊️
Wonderful words and memories of times passed Rik.
Andy
Yes they are. Andy. Thank you 🕊️🙏🏻
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