Closed eyes to sense the three beats two hearts, and the drums the song moves and takes us with it. Parted lips, knee and thigh I hold you touching the white satin wanting to tear it instead, I bend down and sniff the fragrance of soft hair I feel your breathing, your moving our tribute to a song, any song we can move to under stars, out shone by the reflected light of our Sun, on the sad face of the moon.
I don't want to open my eyes knowing I'll find it all lies. If there is a God, please grant me a heart made from stone.
To make it a little easier to take, this Being, alone.
and a poem that all who enjoy poetry will like, the rich, photographic imagery of the first verses then the strong, impressive thoughts introduced at the end, fine job.
I"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..