Silenced EndeavorsA Poem by Megan E TwenterBe still my child, Speak softly my dear, Whispers, across the lips fingertips trace down to my hips The shaking, the trembling this heart's rapid beating soft breathing, the breathe along the nape of my neck The cotton floor of my world where you lay me to sleep our bodies, melting, molding, into deep serenity I am flying, I am falling I am high and I am free I am loving, I am seeing this touch was meant to be I am yours, and you are mine And forever I may wait Although you're nowhere and everywhere One day you will awake It was me, and you were it The only thing we could be And after all the ugly mishaps you're still the only one I see © 2012 Megan E Twenter |
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Added on October 8, 2012 Last Updated on October 8, 2012 Author
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