I’ve been tinkering with this poem for a while, but this is the first I’ve put much to paper. Below is an insight to poetic progression, a work in progress. As I write, I play with words and line breaks and regularly scrap an entire idea. This is by no means done, and the final product very well might not look like any of these.
Progression
I like it when it rains in November,
when it’s dreary and the fallen leaves stain
the sidewalk. Eyes smiling at each other,
we’re trying to match strides, and I’m afraid
I’ll miss you. Trying to kiss in mid step,
my head wobbles a bit before we touch,
lips laughing and our noses are scrunched like
a Disney picture that
You said,
I like it when it rains in November,
when it’s dreary and the leaves stain
the sidewalk. The sky’s cloudy, I
don’t have to squint; I love
you.
Walking
in stride is a game, and you walk straight
into me because your eyes aren’t on your feet
this once; our hands grasp tighter, having sex,
but no one notices. We
skip.
I like it when it rains in November,
you said, when it’s dreary and the leaves stain
the sidewalk. Eyes smiling wide, we kiss in mid step,
and my head shakes a bit before we touch,
afraid I’ll miss but unwilling to slow. We laugh,
noses scrunched from impact and you exhale,
growling as dragon’s breath envelopes me. Our hands
have sex with everyone watching. They can’t have us.
Rain in November
Stained sidewalks leading us home
Grasping hands tightly
You smile, eyes laughing
Growling as dragon’s breath curls
From your lips near mine.
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