In the Night

In the Night

A Poem by SamanthaSweeney
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In the Night memories are made. Things are said and done that can change you forever. Only in the morning do we feel the impact; when the sun brings reality.

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In the Night

 

In the night-time you were there to catch my breath,

you were there to warm my face with the hollow in your neck.

Now,

now you aren’t here to warm my back.

Now I miss the soft breathing in my ear that tickled �"

the shaking and trembling of a restless sleep.

 

And on that night

when I couldn’t have your absence

I relished in the forceful crush of your lips.

I swam helplessly

through the waves of your hair �"

and you didn’t stop me.

 

Maybe I’ll never feel the tangle of our fingers entwined;

maybe I’ll never wake with a spice in my nose...

the remnants of your skin.

I might never again feel the tenderness of my inside lip due to the pull of yours.

But baba,

I dropped my past and saw our future just out of reach.

 

Now your face won’t be creased with the patterns of my pillow,

and my nakedness will never feel as fine as it did with you.

On that night

When a fermented potion gave me the magic to make you mine

My heart

Couldn’t believe it.

 

I swooned and failed to breathe...

In case I missed it.

Like on that first night where we fought sleep

To talk of things I don’t remember.

The night were I fought the growing room temperature,

And moved into the curve of your body.

 

On that night I took a promise.

A promise I made myself;

That I would never stop until I’d felt your touch again.

I’d never let my heart breathe with so much room...

That it might absorb yours...

Without your consent.

 

I kept my promise...

did you keep yours?

And now I wonder,

as I lie where we lay, and look where we loved;

If your fingers run over the words I wrote for you.

Does your heart ever beat and recognize the words that were so true?

© 2013 SamanthaSweeney


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it's like a Scottish love-letter
SO good and sincere.

Posted 11 Years Ago


the fourth stanza is my favorite...but they are all so good...

will you ever read these words and miss me like i miss you...my nakedness will never feel the same...


i will do things with other loves in my life...but there will never be another you...

because " i dropped my past and saw our future just out of reach"

wow..thanks for all the good reading tonight...i am inspired.

jacob

Posted 11 Years Ago


SamanthaSweeney

11 Years Ago

I feel blessed to have inspired anyone with my writing.
Thank you again :)
Absolutely lovely and breathtaking piece. I guess this poem is about losing someone who you love, whoever you wrote this to should probably read it. And if he doesn't, it will be his loss.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

SamanthaSweeney

11 Years Ago

Wow thank you that means a lot! You're right it is indeed. I wrote him a letter before it ended but .. read more
Gisette Rodriguez

11 Years Ago

Well that's great that you had a friend who was there for you . And I honestly hope you get better a.. read more
SamanthaSweeney

11 Years Ago

Thank you :)
I am moving on, my heart is healing as this was almost a year ago now.
Fu.. read more

"I swooned and failed to breathe...
In case I missed it.
Like on that first night where we fought sleep
To talk of things I don’t remember." That is some good poetry. Very nice write and sensual...:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


SamanthaSweeney

11 Years Ago

Thank you! Loving your feedback :D
Sami Khalil

11 Years Ago

My pleasure...:)

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Added on May 9, 2013
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Tags: love, heartbreak, first love, young love, teenagers, life

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SamanthaSweeney
SamanthaSweeney

Glasgow, United Kingdom



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English literature student at The University of Glasgow. I started writing when I was about 11-12 (well writing seriously) It's basically all poetry, can't get enough of it. I love writing so.. more..

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