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Contest Winner: Craig Bomberger
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The intensity of the sparkle in your eyes
Feeling the passion come out in your voice
I mistook these cues from you, as interest in me
Laughing more, I began to let myself go
Finding your attention comforting and warm
Soothing like hand cream in the numbing cold of winter
Before parting ways, you asked for my number
Giving it to you; exchanging our numbers and glances
Once you had it, my feet left the floor and hovered
Running as free-flowing as a faucet left open
Gushing and squirming, I fell, free-falling for you
Closing my eyes and I can see you amidst the dark
Sleep would not prove to be a challenge that eve
After your eyes lock shut and your body stills
When the house lights dim and the curtain opens
Subconscious dreams I have take over center stage
The players are you and I, acting out our future
Such grandeur and awe could not be set to script
Piercing like opening the refrigerator in a dark Kitchen
Rays of the sun’s light tear and break my eyelids
Shock and disbelief force me to start rubbing my eyes
Fuzzy shapes crisp into my bedroom surroundings
Left alone, abandoned, from my beautiful fantasy
My dreams have vaporized, only memories will remain
Slowly, I force myself to lumber through my routines
Inside my head, I still think on what I’d dreamt of
Impossible to wash away; a grease stain on cashmere
Hiding it only makes everyone aware of its existence
Picking up my phone, I place a call to your number
No response, I leave a message; knowing I must wait
Waiting for your response was painful and pleasure
Wondering if this new pain would be worth the joy
Comparable to virginal sex all over again, that’s how it felt
Praying it would soon be over and then start once more
Too much to take; I call you a second time and then text
What’s my fate? Waiting and then more waiting
Just as my mind tells my heart to give up the fantasies
Text message bing; you send me, “Who are you?”
Tears well in my eyes and my brain starts to ponder
Would hearing nothing from you be more painful?
Damages are done instantaneous, like a Richter 6 quake
Crumbled, broken, and damaged; I’m stunned
Building me up and collapsing me in less than a day
Realizing you connived me like the Trojan Horse
Thankful to the standards I’d set long in the past
No chance your horse wrapped in a Trojan could trick me
Hurting as I am, I stop to embrace that thought
Loathing you for how your three words sliced me
Scorn, it must have been my scornful discontent
Expectant of another three word combination
Slightly more sweet, gentle, and enduring language
Much more like the words you’d spoke to me in dream
Therein lies my problem you see, I’d dreamt you
Figures of the imagination never inhabit the Earth
Try as I may to curse and blame you, I fault myself
Telephone numbers exchanged like fortune cookies
Shreds of hope in the bottom of your carry-out meal
Difficult as this reality is the face, it could be worse
You could have leaked in me, like the Soy Sauce
Ruining and staining my new seats as I drive home
Disgraceful a situation as it is, I stop to relish
Moments of bliss and pleasure compacted together
Grateful to be built up and knocked down still
Speed bumps in the Parking Lot of Relationships
Grabbing my steering wheel; I press to accelerate
Will I run into you, so I can have your number?
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