Flash of Red
His stubble brushes my cheek
like sandpaper, the friction sparking a slow
burn from hip sway to toe reach.
There’s something different
about our dance, in the way he changes
direction to make this pleated skirt
unfurl in a flash of red, something
that pushes beyond the wall
of friendship we’ve built to keep
our hearts apart. I feel it every time
we lean in together like two
sides of a triangle, trusting
that the other won’t give way.
~Pamela L. Taylor © 2013
November 22, 2013 at 18:19
Beautiful. It is like I was dancing with him reading your poem. I imagined and felt. Thank you!
November 22, 2013 at 18:51
I got three prompts (friendship, red, and sandpaper) and then tried to put it together in a poem. I never know where these things will end up. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
November 22, 2013 at 18:27
This is interesting and teases that old question: can a man and woman remain as friends, will that wall ever hold even when one or the other leans heavily on it.
The red flash — a nice tease
November 22, 2013 at 19:16
You’re right. It’s that When Harry Met Sally question, “Can men and women really be friends?” I think there are times when they can and can’t–an ebb and flow.
Thanks for your comment.
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