Her breath is still felt on my lips
Her breath is still felt on my lips
tongue tingles from the kiss
amidst her aroma I sit
my thoughts of her linger on a bit
her body was God’s gift
her touch, I can’t put a finger on it
cheeks and jaw static in sweet awe
diaphragm stutters, as I breathe “ahhhh”
eyelashes sewed my lids shut
postponing the inevitable awakening
dreams shattered again
But I’ve waited so patiently
I close my eyes again so hastily
wanting what I had
to forge love through masonry
as another day sets
I set a table for one, wastefully
the knife scours the china
the wick scorches my misery abrasively
I’ve had it basically
the moon reaches it’s noon
a single silhouette sighing oxidatively
again she is facing me
I’m only strides from love
why isn’t fate chasing me
her hand glides down my arm
until our palms meet
lifting mine to her balm cheek
Fingers tremble from the percussions of my heart’s beat
inhaling starts deep
if this is real
my spirit can finally depart me…
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this spoke to me on so many levels.. it brought a tear to my eye… i just wanted my compliments to be heard on how this was so amazing
Wow this is really amazing who ever wrote this poem it came truly from their heart this is beautiful u did a great job