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Who says a Kinky caller…
…can’t be a smart guy?
…can’t be a charming flirt?
…can’t be sexy and precocious at the same time?
…or even an incurable scalawag? ÂÂ
je t’adore
at some point perhaps we could sit cross legged, facing each other.
(I have not felt this attracted to someone in years)
let’s go lie down in your bed…
venture in (with god nestled in the sheets)
say things like “so have you read all these books…”
etc…
you will tell me amazing stories and try to fluff them off as though
everyone spends hours each day making some boys fantasy come true
and still has time to whisper sweet nothings in my ear….
and you will be so curious about how I handled everything with
such dignity
(we’ll debate about whether it was dignity or denial)
I will then ask you the same.
and I may never tell you about the dream I had…
you bought me olivia newton-john posters
and black lights
and I had you all to myself for an hour and I pushed you
up against the wall and kissed you and it was
electrifying
***
Now I was told that this was written just for me, on the fly, on the back of a napkin.
Hmmm…. Seems like someone has a lot of ‘splain’in to do.ÂÂ
xo, Angela
I’m glad I’m not the perpetrator! I undersatnd the impulse, though. Sadly, try as I might and much as I’d like to, how could I ever write a poem for Angela that was adequate or that didn’t pale in comparison with her own words?
In my humble opinion, the issue is lying, not the lack of skill in writing. I have sent this glorious woman many poems. Always, I include the author… Is there no honor?
Awe, don’t be too hard on him…he was just trying to impress me, I’m sure. Kinda cute, actually. In fact, he was kinda cute. Wonder how he’s feeling today…now that he is probably all sober and sane.
“So have you read all these books?” Lifted or not, this was the absolutely perfect line for any fantasy that might take place in Angela’s bedroom. In my mind, I can see them stacked everywhere. Thanks you for the image, regardless of who originally wrote it!
Actually, you are right, booklover, I DO have books stacked everywhere in my bedroom. I couldn’t live any other way. My college boyfriend hated my stacks of books, what he called “your own personal effigies of and to yourself.” Of course, he is long gone. How could he not understand the magic of books?
Angie – have you found out anything else about the author “analis”? Interesting site – is that Dutch? I wonder why this poem in English showed up there. Is there any corner of the worldwide web that you haven’t explored?