Soft Red Leather

I am always quiet when I am in love,
hugging my secret
safe, encased within myself.
I even smile at old shoes
with leather straps
frayed and so softly worn
that I feel like I'm dancing in bare feet.
I won't climb rooftops and shout
love obscenities to the sky,
but take my sandals out
from the layers of tissue paper,
fasten them with pride
and remember the day I bought them
from a little shop in Covent Garden
that smelt of summer from flowers
sold in cunning, blazing pots.
And I was broke, but they were
just something, I simply had to have.
I quietly took them home
sat on top a bright red bus.
You see, when I'm in love
I just hug the knowledge to me
and nothing makes me smile
quite as much
as soft red leather
and like you,
they were worth every
bit of quiet contemplative pleasure.

Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-03-03 at 18:12

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Shamshad Alam
Love is something that cannot be described in words or by a scientific theory. It is something that can be felt by the heart. Your poem greatly describes the feelings in words. Great effort... I liked it

Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
So soft and gentle, like a delicate floret blooming into the warmth of the day. A pleasure to read.

It's as though something chemical happens when one is in love. Everything looks brighter and red shoes redder and more dazzling. People that used to make us furious suddenly seem less threatening and we can tolerate them better. Clearly human beings are wired for falling in love for as long or as many times as it can happen.

You've expressed the feeling well here.

I think Country fog has hit the nail on the head, "the grace and gentleness" it speaks volumes. The grace with which the "story" is told and the gentleness of love meld together beautifully.

Ivan R
Amazing poetry, ... i just love this.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
So warm and huggingly intimate. This is a great piece.

As fine and beautiful a love poem as I've read in a long time . . . one I will come back to not out of any nostalgia for a love I may have had but to enter into the grace and gentleness of yours, "so softly worn." There is a well-learned wisdom here too, what love should be and rarely is, or isn't for long.