broken dreams.

A Poem I Read

RHODODENDRONS

Thomas Lynch

It was the dream

I was allowed

to touch you in.

We were strangers.

You kept your eyes closed.

I cannot really say

if there were rhododendrons

or anything like music or

even if i asked you.

Only your blue skin and the pleasure it gave you --

the way you moved,

the way you caught your breath

whenever my hands moved

so i kept moving them.

put you're blue jeans back on, go home.

I had one of the best days of my life but this is one of the worst nights of my life.