You in your <br />Marilyn Monroe dress <br /> <br />seeing me off at the station <br />after endless nights of passion <br /> <br />shivering with cold <br />& anticipation <br /> <br />of us coming <br />together again <br /> <br />before too long <br />as soon as we can. <br /> <br />You all goose bumps <br />and lovely dirty laughter <br /> <br />The wind & rain & I <br />tossing your hair <br /> <br />with a flurry of kisses <br />into peaks...crests of waves. <br /> <br />You looking so <br />beautiful in your disturbed state. <br /> <br />You sit <br />on my lap <br /> <br />locked in this <br />goodbye embrace <br /> <br />excited as any <br />teenager <br /> <br />on her first date <br /> <br />me as if I <br />were <br /> <br />kissing the first ever girl <br />for the very first time. <br /> <br />The real teenagers <br />(dressed to sexual overkill) <br /> <br />looking bland & boring <br /> <br />looking upon us <br />with disgust & disdain <br /> <br />as if to say: <br /> <br />“At their age! ” <br /> <br />Or <br /> <br />“She...wearing such a... <br />sexy dress! ” <br /> <br />I know...I know <br /> <br />we oughtn’t to be <br /> <br />allowed <br /> <br />but this <br />late flowering love <br /> <br />is exciting <br />as if it was <br /> <br />Love <br /> <br />the very first time around.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brief-encounter-6/
