Gathered one behind one they came in a herd throughout the village wagon wheels heard, the clanging of pots the clinging of tin staring I was in bewilderment when I noticed him.
They searched the fields for borrowed land they settled down gathered in camp, daily I watched infatuated by them no" I tell a lie, I was with him.
Just like the others he laughed and danced in the night thoughts of him chased me followed him I did, to keep him in sight. Unnoticed I watched like a lurker in the bush, unable to control my burning lust.
He bathed in the lake watching again unseen by him fantasies crossing my mind as my eyes bore into his skin.
With a blink from my eye he was gone from the lake my heart skipped a beat when I heard the twig break, there he stood naked with eyes as black as coal he see's and upon me frees my gypsy soul.
The wagon wheels tins and pots we heard come in daylight, yet not a sound to be heard when they left in the dead of the night. Regret? or feel shame? how could I not at tall instead I'm forever grateful to the gypsy who answered my call.
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Posted: Aug 2022
About this poem:
Today I was reminded of an old love song which then reminded me of an old poem I once wrote here years ago, my oh my the similarities, and here was me thinking I had written it coming from nowhere. Funny how things impact our lives without us really knowing it.... Mills & boom have a lot to answer for too I'm sure.
But he was close enough for me to be able to see the colour of his eyes
If my poem reminds you of one of your short stories, then we're snap because your horsing around poems reminds me of an older one of mine, so much so it was weird reading it
But what's that they say about minds thinking the same
Ps, booking a flight as I speak
d4nI314Planet Earth, Valencia SpainAug 8, 2022
Gypsy girl, you and I transmit the same passion in our writings.
No wonder why we can relate to eachother's writings.
Should we organise a gypsy party here? We could do it on the beach, couldn't we?
Respected Sweet CW ..... Very Well linked a gypsy poem. . . It sound one see on his eyes as you wrote the poem in sequence. .. . The music also support the poem. ... . Stay Safe and Blessed. ...
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But he was close enough for me to be able to see the colour of his eyes
If my poem reminds you of one of your short stories, then we're snap because your horsing around poems reminds me of an older one of mine, so much so it was weird reading it
But what's that they say about minds thinking the same
Ps, booking a flight as I speak
No wonder why we can relate to eachother's writings.
Should we organise a gypsy party here?
We could do it on the beach, couldn't we?
The poem itself excellent read indeed.
Sweet CW .....
Very Well linked a gypsy poem. . .
It sound one see on his eyes as you wrote the poem in sequence. .. .
The music also support the poem. ... .
Stay Safe and Blessed. ...
.. .. :
but hey" I can party in my dreams
Red, I've never seen such a magnificent specimen either
I've an overactive imagination or so me thinks
I'm thrilled you enjoyed it and like the music also ....
when ever in need of a kind word, you're always there
Opti
get the straw out because its about to get hotter & hotter
Sweet CE
The linked between you and me is very Honest and True.
Don't worry about straw.
Need your attention.
Always Stay Happy Healthy and Contented.
Your songs, the way you think and write is amazing .
Lol you are lucky I am not into women at all.
You go
And Never settle for anything less than imperfectly perfect for you
Sorry was meant to be a wave.