Perfect Picture

...when it's 'perfect'....

You have such small,

Gentle hands.

The softest of touch;

As you trace invisible lines

Across my temples

And relaxed brow.

 

You stare into me,

I’d left windows open

Secretly hoping

That you’d brave

My weak defenses

And seek me out.

 

Inside, you comfort me

More than the fire

I had waiting for you.

You incise my soul

Drawing no blood,

Caressing open nerve.

 

Your skill of navigation

Within me:

I sense that you have been

Here�"before.

Perhaps in a Time

When Dreams lived, flourished.

 

So petite in size�"

Yet my own passion

Enwraps you and

I feel and breathe

Your every selfless,

Deliberate move.

 

My eyes, weary

And guilty of your entrance.

They complied when

Words failed to shield

From an intruder

Of Need and Desire.

 

I shall keep you

Safe, here.

Should you peer out my chest

You will see

The palm of my hand,

Guarding you in.

So fitting you are.

I am intoxicated and

Delirious with the liquids

We are now sharing.

I feel our flesh grafting,

As it always belonged.

 

I close my eyes,

While you settle in

Your forever home.

I will sleep now, dream

That you someday may be,

More than a photograph.

Reviews

[Butch Decatoria]

Awesome.

[JB Murray]

Nice write! Solid piece! Almost makes you want to close your eyes following each verse and let yourself go back to a time when feeling like this were most recently prevalent! Thanks for sharing!

[AlieahRose]

IT'S LIKE THEY...
MAKE YOU DRUNK...
OR FEEL DRUNK...
WEAK THIS IS...
A GREAT WRITE...
CAPTIVATING...

[LadyNaida]

Very detail! Very inviting as well, is like watching a movie as I read.

[Art Sun]

nice work...

[HorrorMaster]

Amazing

[Lady]

Delicate and comforting words. You have a gift for making your words flow perfectly together.

Very nicely done!

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

you are a beautiful writer Fegger. I had to favorite this piece of work, it is magical, and works so well. A literay piece of art. Thank you for sharing.

[Natalie.]

Very, very well said. The piece overflowed with feelings of fondness and a sort of gentle intimacy that makes one feel as if they're intruding on something private by reading it.

[cartera]

I too thought of a new baby. The last two lines threw me a litle and give much food for thought.
As a poem it is very well writen and there is nought to add.
Well done.
ATB
Alex.