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Sweet Torture
by Alisa JsI should have looked away earlier
But didn’t,
Sitting nearby on the glistening white beach
With the sound of the ocean
Behind me,
I couldn’t help myself
And continued to stare,
Hoping nobody noticed
He placed his hand next to her face
And moved closer,
his body now right along hers
She turned toward him and smiled
A sexy smile,
He began to reach over and caress
As she pulled on her bikini
I knew what came next …
I remember those days
I told myself,
sitting here alone on this beautiful sand
Reflecting on a promise I made
As I ponder this dark strand of hair across my face,
Trying to be coy
But for whom, exactly?
As you are there, ten thousand miles away
And I miss you more than I should say here
Sweet torture, my new best friend
On days like this when reminders abound,
It’s all I can do to stay sane …
04/19/2009 Posted on 04/20/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/20/09 at 12:09 PM You definitely have that thin rope to hold onto captured here. Your imagery in this is just outstanding, and I really like the way the ending kind of leaves it all up in the air. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/20/09 at 02:32 PM ...gabe is right alisaJs...what a creative way to title this surreal memory...a happy tear kind of thought...you snagged that moment in time... |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 04/20/09 at 05:11 PM I am jealous you live in such a beautiful place alisa. The poem is lovely and colorful and clearly imparts the loneliness of missing another person. Nice. |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 04/20/09 at 11:16 PM Your words capture and take one there, inside the imagery, inside the sweet tortures ... Lovelylovely write. hugs*m.a |
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