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<h1>Unattainable Unreachable Blithe</h1>
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<tr><td><b>Created:</b></td><td><i>12/5/2016 4:17 PM</i></td></tr>
<tr><td><b>Updated:</b></td><td><i>12/6/2016 5:46 PM</i></td></tr>
<tr><td><b>Author:</b></td><td><i>davidpatrone@gmail.com</i></td></tr>
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<span><div>Tonight he happens to see her again,</div><div>the way he likes to remember her most:</div><div>unobtainable,</div><div>unreachable,</div><div>beautiful, like an impossible cartoon;</div><div>a cool contradiction,</div><div>giddy with expectation;</div><div>elegant, exotic,</div><div>shaking imperceptibly,</div><div>an entire ocean,</div><div>poised to crash upon the bluff;</div><div>shame mixed with pride</div><div>concerning the consequence of her wake;</div><div>born with this fearsome power,</div><div>it's as much hers and impossible to hide,</div><div>as hazel in her eyes or the sex in her smile.</div><div><br/></div><div>He sits and they maneuver,</div><div>like currents' froth pouring;</div><div>in and out between shuffling stones,</div><div>as the tide rises and falls in increments,</div><div>punctuated by waves;</div><div>with the occasional, deep POOM!</div><div>and subsequent crash and spray-rain patter.</div><div>His joke, her laugh, his smile... POOM! </div><div>Silence surrounds them for a moment;</div><div>secrets behind smiles in their eyes;</div><div>the rest of room off kilter,</div><div>distracted by dark fascination,</div><div>feigning indifference, lest they be exposed</div><div>for the wanting of either or both for themselves.</div><div>That's the way he likes to remember her most;</div><div>unattainable,</div><div>unreachable,</div><div>coy, like a hungry fox;</div><div>each sticky innuendo, candy coated in alibi </div><div>He jokes, she laughs, he smiles,</div><div>POOM!</div><div><br/></div><div>neither needs to see the other again</div><div>they know that even without words</div><div>He could have her for tonight</div><div>He could have her for forever</div><div>if he'd just summon the Gods, like he used to</div><div>if he leant in and touched his lips to hers,</div><div>he would feel the oceans' pulse</div><div>like he always does when they touch;</div><div>feel the seething between the stones;</div><div>the ebb and the flow,</div><div>The undertow gathering into the swell</div><div>wait for it...</div><div>POOM! </div><div>crash and spray-rain patter. </div><div><br/></div><div>Even they can feel her quivering now,</div><div>wide eyes begging him to steal her</div><div>from the man who is coming, hopeful</div><div>but doubting he'd ever go there again;</div><div>too much of his heart has been</div><div>drowned in betrayal or eroded by tears</div><div>and she was an ocean after all</div><div><br/></div><div>So, when he stands to leave, she plays it cool;</div><div>confounding him for just a bit.</div><div>It was easy to forget;</div><div>because it ended so badly,</div><div>how well she knows his moves.</div><div>He's as right as rain on any stage;</div><div>but claustrophobic in crowds.</div><div>even though; if they knew him like she does, </div><div>they would ask him to stay, to dance or play</div><div>like she would ask him too</div><div>if she didn't know him like she does.</div><div>If she thought he might stay, </div><div>she'd ask him again and again</div><div>and if she knew him, really</div><div>she'd know that he would,</div><div>stay,</div><div>if she'd only ask</div><div>with the right kind of eyes</div><div>instead of the words she thinks will work.</div><div>It was never the actual words that moved him;</div><div>It was the sound of her voice;</div><div>it was the look in her eyes.</div><div>He jokes, she laughs, he smiles,</div><div>POOM!</div><div><br/></div><div>And so he splits, moves fast, out, down,</div><div>along the street of Prospect;</div><div>empty, full of no one, of potential.</div><div>Slipping down wet cobbles to the cove,</div><div>across the grass, and out to sea,</div><div>and watches Her,</div><div>shimmering under the moon;</div><div>and feels Her,</div><div>seething through the stones;</div><div>and imagines Her,</div><div>stretching out forever;</div><div>and thinks of them three</div><div><br/></div><div>uncontainable</div><div>unobtainable</div><div>blithe</div></span>
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