Hands in my pockets

Sunday 8th January 2012 9:47 pm

Don’t sit there

And look at the ground
Before telling me you love me.

Don’t close your eyes
And mutter under your breath
Until your lips start to tremble.

Don’t close your eyes
Or start picking your eyelashes.

Don’t put your hands
In your pockets
Or start fiddling with
Your damp gloves
On the radiator.

Just tell me
You love me
And stop fiddling
With your laces

Until they look like a Jigsaw..

(From an uncoming free ebook
in February for Cathy)

Comments

Thu 12th Jan 2012 14:31

After reading
Strong emotions
Expressing feelings
Inside such
Vocal meaning
When at
Stockport W.O.L
Each piece
Seemed to
Fit in.

Mon 9th Jan 2012 08:04

Yes - not many people do love poetry - and few with the raw honesty to be found in yours. x

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Sun 8th Jan 2012 23:54

Really enjoyed this Andy..you have that feeling just right..and each time I read it I smile.. :)

Sun 8th Jan 2012 23:40

Your poems are so vivid Andy - you've got a distinctive voice on WOL - could have picked this as one of yours with no name on it.

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