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Sunday, April 13, 2008

SHOWCASE SUNDAY

To the Boy I Kissed in Four States But Didn’t Marry

I remember you.
I remember Georgia
and Kentucky
and Tennessee.

Once, we loved each other
in Alabama
and I remember
it rained

and your arms
were stretched
above your head,
your whole body spread

out for me
like a sugar-shore.
This is the only
way back

to how many times
we’ve kissed
and where,
how every time

it was like
floating
and sinking,
the two of us

like spun glass
hung
from a string
and dancing.

I don’t remember now
all the reasons
you went your way
and I went mine.

But there are highways
I know
like I still know
every curve

of your lips
and mouth
and tongue,
and some days

I just get in my car
and drive.


- Irene Latham


“It's all right for a perfect stranger to kiss your hand as long as he's perfect.”

- Mae West

1 comment:

  1. Every Sunday I have a new favorite Irene Latham poem! You have a knack for sensuality in words. Love it.

    Anna

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