Fit Me Like a GloveA Poem by Siddartha Beth PierceYou don't know who I am or do you? You don't even know my name or could you? Hear me calling out to you in the darkness wanting you so to embarce my soul that calls out for its perfect mate- the yin to yang - the other half of what I am as my fountain pen bleeds upon the pages to reminisce like blood from my veins calling out your name- yet I know not what it is or whom I speak of only that I feel your presence near with the quivering of my tears for that soul that makes me complete I give back to thee all that you may need in waxing poetic dreams, drippings from my pen my heart, my soul, truly a tale to be told to behold you in my gaze of emerald eyes yours returned to me, doe-eyes or azure blue I have not a clue- only that I seek them every day through streets of dismay, longing to be near the other one of me in manly form he shall be yet- feminine with touch now pass me my brush as I will stroke you in my canvas as we later turn to dust together in the Light of one another's gaze embrace me my love, freeing the dove that coos your very soul forever to behold your loving kindness in my heart, my mind you do exist - now bring me your crimson lips sealing us as One, my dear husband to be we shall always be free within each others arms one anothers charms I delight in your being although I have yet to meet you I know that you are there somewhere near now come to me my love fit me like a glove.
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Added on March 12, 2008Last Updated on November 23, 2008 AuthorSiddartha Beth PierceRichmond, VAAboutArtist, Poet, Educator, African and Contemporary Art Historian more..Writing
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