Missing you

You have the power of playing with thoughts

You manage to raise them inside my soul,

One by one

And so,

I start to miss you.

And from that moment on,

I swear,

There is nothing I’d rather do

Than please my mind with you.

The chess that you play with armies of ideas

Fighting my questions,

The hide and seek between thousands of bits and bytes,

The fresh fragrance of passion which can be felt

From miles away,

Are raising new senses in me, array.

I know that you keep on looking

From beyond the glass showcase

And studying each twist that I make

I know you enjoy seeing me burn

Under thousands of spells that I take

From you…

…from your eyes that are shinning

When you tease all my senses

From your fingers that spell the words I need to read

And your mouth that can offer the breath I need to breathe

I miss your smile between the letters

I miss your soul hidden between the shots

That you take with such thorough precision

I miss your being which I never met

But in my dreams,

Although I always need to see you.

I miss your words that I’ve never left

Since the first day I began to read you.

 

Reviews

[Lilly Negoi]

ballerina in a showcase - this is the image that it conveys to me. i had to re-read this several times to realize that this was what i saw in it all along. graceful and full of expression!

[Rachel Jane]

:) That's deep, Lily :)

[Robin]

I feel this way about so many Artists that I have met , wonderfully expressed !

[Rachel Jane]

:) thank you Robin

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some real gems of phrase in here!
"The chess that you play with armies of ideas

Fighting my questions,

The hide and seek between thousands of bits and bytes, ..."

"under thousands of spells..." is a clever play on words. Very clever.

Rachel, this is an extremely well thought out piece of writing. A lucid confessional with crisp definition.
Well done.

[Rachel Jane]

thank you so much :)