the dark skyA Poem by Chirinos20
I've seen the dark sky.
It looked like a never ending hole. Every second turning bigger and darker. Every second seeming to swallow me whole. How can such an evil looking thing exist. It looked like a monster from the comic books. It looked so powerful and indestructible. At times it looked like it was full of life. The air felt wet all around me. It seemed like rain was upon me. So fast the wind blew hard. leaving drops of rain on my face. looking into the sky i found the eye of the storm. deep inside of it I could see a white light. A half an hour passed and i stood there still. my clothing wet, rain dropping down my hair. The end of the storm came and with it I heard sounds. I turned my head to the right and saw that beautiful face. walking towards me, she moved so smooth. All dressed up in red, I saw her wave her hand at me. she got closed and hugged me from behind. I could feel her body warmth and smell her sweet aroma. She could feel my desire to kiss her and so she got in front of me. I pulled her close to me and kissed her. I kissed her red lips and they tasted like candy. Those 2 minutes seemed like an eternity. An eternity that I wanted to live for ever. An eternity that I wanted to live with her. she pulled me away. Giving me time to take a few deep breaths. Giving me time to inhale some of that wet putrid air. I just wanted to keep on taking her breaths away. It seemed like I was missing something. It seemed like I was incomplete Just the thought of getting close again. It gave me chills. To kiss her meant to lose myself. To find my deepest desires and not be able to control them. To find myself free from the whole wide world for a few seconds. To find myself not caring about anything but the moment. we walked on the mud like children. Just jumping on any puddle that we saw. Laughing at anything and everything. I finally went home to her. I did not care for the time lost waiting. I did not care for the rain on my clothing. Nor did I care for the storm that passed. I just cared for her and the moment we were living. © 2011 Chirinos20Author's Note
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4 Reviews Added on June 27, 2011 Last Updated on June 29, 2011 AuthorChirinos20Tegucigalpa, Francisco Morazan, HondurasAboutHello, I am a new writer. It is my pleasure to read and to write. I look forward to expressing my thoughts through this site. My writing might change. In change I find true art. Art is what I'm lookin.. more..Writing
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