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He Kissed Me
He kissed me
and I forgot
we were different
as night and day.
He wasn't "safe",
wasn't "perfect".
His future?
An enthusiastic dream.
I could have gone on and on
about his faults,
but those baby blues
left me speechless
and then he kissed me.
Well, perfect and safe
never made me feel
like that.
by Margaret Bednar, originally published November 21, 2011
linked with Poets United - Poetry Pantry #166. This is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago - photo is of Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward - of course my poem is not about them :)
15 comments:
hardly a need for perfect and safe when you can have the rest! this is wonderful, Margaret.
yup, head over heels. ;)
Ah, sometimes a kiss can really transport a person. And perfect becomes more important than 'safe.' Love this, Margaret.
oh indeed, & i have a few stories of my own along this vein - funny how 'safe' doesn't appeal in such cases
very nice write - brought back memories
Is that Paul Newman? I'd ditch perfect and safe, too. Enjoyed.
ha. love def overcomes those differences...or is it lust...ha....
Love "perfect and safe never made me feel like that".
Bad is definitely good for some...like this piece.
sweet.. liked it.
O, that abandon is sweet, the fruit is ripe and the poem--like the kiss--is perfect. Memories, poems like this, and fairy tales keep the moment alive and out of time, were we can retreat from time to time.
personally ~safe and kissing is an oxymoron ! :)
Faithfully Debbie
Smiling, love it.
One of my favorite pictures of the lovely couple ~ Very sweet & romantic write dear ~
Sensuously provocative and beautiful. One can never go wrong with Paul and Joanne! Nicely Marge!
Hank
100% love this.
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