Naked
It was the morning train
I missed the earlier one
By Providence or Luck
I do not know
Gray, weeping skies
Dreary start
Young couple, modestly and discreetly
Entwined at the hand
Whispering everything and
Nothing
He leans in, kisses her forehead
She, with eyes closed, sighs deeply
His finger strokes her cheek
I am suddenly shy and overcome
I did not choose this keyhole yet
I am intruding, unintentionally
Witness to unmistakable tenderness
And I cannot turn away from its seductive pull
Though, no voyeuristic pleasure is derived, to be sure
Only a sharp, suffocating awareness of
Lack in my own journey and
I am mocked
I yearn for the earlier train
The one too early for lovers
Where my longing would not be quite so
Naked
© Davita Joie 2016
I am seriously running out of adjectives to use from my head unless I get a thesaurus. Every single one I’ve read so far I want to scream for it’s insight, straightforwardness, imagery, and honesty.
Like seriously, can we perhaps swap brains for a while, total stranger? your poetry is on another level (as in galaxy)
You are very kind, Kai! Thank you so much for taking the time to read and respond! I’m looking forward to doing the same tomorrow. And I so appreciate your encouragement! Hugs to you. (we did it!)