Playing with Fire?

I wish I didn’t like you,
you’re not my type
you’re a smoker for chrissake,
drink too much

what is it about you anyway?
physical attraction?
soul attraction?

the poems you wrote
were good
real good
and the guitar too

maybe it’s that you
live harder
than most of the people
in my too-tame world

maybe its the bagpipes
who the hell plays bagpipes?

I know what it is–
you’re like some Hemingway
or Fitzgerald character
teasing my literary heart

I feel like a moth
circling in
closer and closer
to the flame

and I’m afraid I’m going to
get zapped

moth flame 2

 

 

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About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard, doing things with my grandsons and spending time with my beau on his beautiful 22 acres in north central Florida.
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