On my skin, your fingers,
Touching, admiring, fondling;
Committing to memory every dimple,
Every curvature.
On my skin, your eyes,
Gazing, probing, inspecting;
Committing to memory every freckle,
Every scar.
On my skin, your lips,
Kissing, devouring, tasting;
Committing to memory every flavor,
Every bead of sweat.
I feel this, you, every inch of you,
Aflame, blazing over me, one with me,
My heart, pounding,
Your breath, gasping.
We squiggle and squirm
Between the sheets;
A youthful match,
In the game of love.
And when the moment’s ended, I watch you
Walk out the door, on me, on us, on this,
For good, for always, forever,
Never looking back, with much regret.
On my skin, this longing,
Hoping, wanting, wishing;
Committing to memory every kiss,
Every letdown.
On my skin, this weakness,
Swelling, advancing, evolving;
Committing to memory every encounter,
Every parting.
On my skin, this failure,
Growing, ebbing, progressing;
Committing to memory every heartbeat,
Every heartbreak.
Left on my skin; is this; is you:
The laughter -- the tears,
The love -- the hate,
The months -- the years.
And, I’m thankful for every moment spent:
In joy -- in pain,
In happiness -- in sorrow,
In life -- In death.
I’m screaming this from the rooftops,
To tell the world of a love so rare,
The love I once held in my hands,
The one I let go, and have never found again.
I’d give it all,
Just to hold you again.
I’d give it all,
For one last kiss.
This poem is amazing! To write of a love so unconditional and pure, yet surrounded by disappointment and pain, takes guts and rare talent. You have both.
At first, I was reminded of the Twilight Series [probably because I just finished Breaking Dawn], then you said that he walked out.
Oh, the pain you described! You are a wonderful writer.
You make people truely feel your writing. ^_^
I see no errors. This is a very sensual and melancholic tale all at the same time. A love so strong yet bitingly sad in the end to watch them walk away. Well done. Thank you for sharing your talent.
Light,
Siddartha
Oh my this is really powerful, that first part is so deeply sensual for their is nothing that makes a moment more intimate then taking your time to explore one another, then then next part how you turned it into longing and regret was deep... I see no errors only perfection in this piece.
I've re-read this multiple times and still I can't believe that you were able to put to words the emotions that such a unique situation can present. It's beautiful.
Just a lover of words--
A poet of sorts...
A soul, who knows what it's like--
To lose.
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