To Beth M.

There are moments when I feel very alone,
As if lost in the hurly-burley of the city

Then I think of you, and your hazel eyes
Back in the day of silly adolescence

I remember your sense of humor

And when we laid down fondling fumbling
Our virginity our path and our goal
You luminous in the dark.

poem by Mario Enrique Rios Muniz Pinot
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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