Please Guard My Life

Curly blonde Greek god
sits high on white throne.
We are teenage girls, giggling,
flirting, trying to catch
his attention. We wait
for his break, watch him climb
down the ladder, legs popping
with muscles, sunglasses
wrapped ‘round his eyes.
Tongue-tied, we stare.

Poetic Bloomings #6/
Poem about a lifeguard from any point of view

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Please Guard My Life

  1. Kathleen says:

    Ahhhh, day dreams of teen years!!! Good times, but lots of heartache, too!


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