6/13/11

What I'll Forget to Mention
By Danean


When I speak of my first kiss

I’ll mention all the stars

How brightly they shone as if it were day

The dim lamplight flushing my reddening cheeks

As I slurred my thoughts

Spoke careless whispers in an unknown language

And justified my personal sins.

I’ll tell how the wine hung loosely on my lips

How the love dripped from my tongue

Permeated my skin and clung to my fingertips

Aching for one more soft touch

From a Verona bred boy whose name I shall not forget

As he spoke to me softly on that lurid night

On the cobblestone steps of San Martino

A world away from me now.

When I speak of my first kiss

I will not mention the chill on my skin

The angst in my soul

For I wished it had been you

To take me on those steps

To hold me close and tousle my hair

To love me like I’d always hoped you would.

But when I speak of my first kiss

I’ll mention all the stars

I’ll forget to say that I hoped you thought of me

And prayed that you wished to be Romeo as well.


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I am a secretly passionate person... until you mention Italy (or anything European for that matter). I've spent my life writing alone in the dark, and recently began publishing my opinions and prose online. I find that words come to me much more eloquently in writing than in speech, so I leave the loud, vocally unappealing arguments to the politicians and the idiots, and save my thoughts for the page.