A Poem from Janet Cannon's  Poetry Room at IsleWrite.com


standing beside
you our shoulders
touching optimistically

as if they knew
what we didn't about
us halfway down

the eighth street
subway steps first
time kissing goodbye

before your paris
vacation plane we
agreed the layover

hours seduced
reciprocally reaching
each's hand holding

hesitation in
the grasp naively
converging expectations

automatically kissing
again as if heart-cued
by passing rationalities

leaving the place
there wondering if
inclinations would return

you assured me
you'd send a postcard

Poem by  Janet Cannon

Previously published in
The G. W. Review 
(George Washington University)