Anne Britting Oleson

Leaning against the wall
under the humming lights–
having stepped in from the cool
bier-laden evening air–
I clutch my book to me, a shield.

You are unbearably close,
unutterably far, and here
in this hallway where anyone,
familiar or strange, may materialize
at any moment, I know
the touch of your hand
without your bridging the gap
between desire and safety.

Your question draws wry laughter:
I had a good time, yes, though
it might have been better–
but that, of necessity, can’t be helped.
With a quiet good night
we venture to unquiet sleep
in separate rooms.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on October 7, 2012, in Anne Britting Oleson, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. I thought Anne’s second poem was a good one to publish on Sunday morning. It might remind a few of their Saturday night.

    Read Anne’s first poem, NEGATIVE IONS, by clicking the link:

  2. Anne’s fine even handed poem was perfect for a Sunday’s recall of a Saturday night, depending when one takes up their own invoice and rest.

  3. I loved the way Anne captured that tension between desire and restraint. Well penned.

  4. The title works so well; it says much more than these three words, just like what good poems are supposed to do.

  5. I think that’s something a lot of people can relate to, and well told – short but says everything it needs to. I enjoyed it!

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