There He sat Smoking

by DooDee   Oct 13, 2005


He sat smoking ,
not saying a word ..
His cigarette broke into pieces ,
and so did my world ...
He looked very charming
With his black hair shining under the dim light
And his keen black eyes
That were darker than the late winter night

I loved him
There was no question in that
He meant more than the world to me
And he knew it , where he sat ..

My heart was pounding
It had so much to say
But I lost my sense to words
My ability to speak , suddenly flew away ..

Loving him was so wrong
He was too good to be true
It was forbidden to have such a pleasure
Not allowed for me , and not allowed for you ..

His cigarette died between his hands
And with one swift move , he took out another
I wished those cigarettes never ended
I wished them to last forever ..
Was there a future ?!
Will there be an " us "???!
I had no idea what to answer
With a cold bitter no , or with a warm joyful yes ..

For now , I will stand here
Enjoying this delicious smell
Of the heavy masculine fragrance
And the caustic cologne of his thick gel

I will stand there , Looking at one of the earth's most beautiful men
I will stand there , Looking at him ..

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 18 years ago

    by Amanda Bee

    Very, very nice poem! I love the images that you weaved with your words. I could totally picture him sitting there with a cigarette in his hand as you stared at him! Terrific. And thank you so much for reading my poems and leaving comments. I really appreciate it!