{"id":23521,"date":"2016-08-13T18:30:25","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T22:30:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=23521"},"modified":"2016-08-13T18:30:25","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T22:30:25","slug":"%d9%85%db%8c%da%ba-%d8%a7%d8%b3-%d8%b3%db%92-%d9%85%d8%ad%d8%a8%d8%aa-%da%a9%d8%b1%d9%86%d8%a7-%da%86%d8%a7%db%81%d8%aa%d8%a7-%d8%aa%da%be%d8%a7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/%d9%85%db%8c%da%ba-%d8%a7%d8%b3-%d8%b3%db%92-%d9%85%d8%ad%d8%a8%d8%aa-%da%a9%d8%b1%d9%86%d8%a7-%da%86%d8%a7%db%81%d8%aa%d8%a7-%d8%aa%da%be%d8%a7\/","title":{"rendered":"\u0645\u06cc\u06ba \u0627\u0633 \u0633\u06d2 \u0645\u062d\u0628\u062a \u06a9\u0631\u0646\u0627 \u0686\u0627\u06c1\u062a\u0627 \u062a\u06be\u0627"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>He had dark, rich skin<br \/>\nAnd hands with long fingers<br \/>\nHis lips formed a perfect bow<br \/>\nAnd his hair was black as midnight<\/p>\n<p>So sweet<br \/>\nSo innocent<br \/>\nA man who had waited<br \/>\nFor someone like me<\/p>\n<p>I was his first kiss, as he pulled me close<br \/>\nIn the midst of Time Square<br \/>\nWith lights shining down<br \/>\nAnd Tourists parting around us<\/p>\n<p>I was his first lover, as we dimmed the lights<br \/>\nIn my tiny apartment<br \/>\nWell North of the \u201cgood\u201d places<br \/>\nWell South of the \u201cfrightening\u201d places<br \/>\nCarving out a tiny little haven<br \/>\nBetween Harlem and Bronx<br \/>\nTo find a moment of bliss<\/p>\n<p>And to forget, for a moment,<br \/>\nthat it was never going to work<\/p>\n<p>His wife, I\u2019m told, is lovely<br \/>\nHis parents picked her out<br \/>\nShe has skin as lovely as his<br \/>\nAnd prays when he prays<br \/>\nAnd believes what he believes<\/p>\n<p>I am happy for them, truly<\/p>\n<p>But I was happy for us, too<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He had dark, rich skin And hands with long fingers His lips formed a perfect bow And his hair was black as midnight So sweet So innocent A man who had waited For someone like me I was his first kiss, as he pulled me&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":905,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-23521","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23521","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/905"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23521"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23521\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23568,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23521\/revisions\/23568"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23521"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23521"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23521"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}