Traces of You

I glance over the day

Wondering what tomorrow will bring.

Will I feel the closeness of this new

pulse that resonates within.

I hear your heart beating-

as it ties with mine. 

With the end of another day,

we hold each other close with the memories of now.

I close my eyes as you touch my face;

Your words are brush strokes that evokes

waves of eroticism.

Please do not vanish into tomorrow without

a trace; as I desire to know what lies within.

Tapping the window into your soul-wanting

To experience the depth untold.

You sing with words that touch me; dance with

Me and hold me close …feel the pulse.

As I open my eyes what remains are the traces of you.

 

Reviews

[Helen Woodward]

Wonderful original phrasing. A call to love hopeful for its return, there will always be traces of a love like this, they never leave...even past forever.
I would take the 'S' off 'evokes' and do a little tweaking on your last stanza, just to make it a little more fluent. Other than that...PERFECT Raine.
Kudos...

Helen.