Sunshine, Lane.

aaa

i can feel the warmth of your body; 

positioned just close enough to make my skin

beg for you, just a fraction of a movement

constituting a touch. 

alas, i've waited through what resonates

as a century of sunrises and sunsets

only to finally hear the words i crave, 

longing overcoming fear of change. 

you burn me alive inside, 

your heart beating and your thoughts

racing pensively toward a finish line

a victory so bittersweet and addictive. 

I'm right here, waiting as i have been 

since our eyes first met. 

My heart, opening its windows

To let your light in.

Reviews

[Chaos_Collector]

There is great detail within this poem. I love how you've achieved this without making the poem verbose. I adore the first stanza of this poem "i can feel the warmth of your body;
positioned just close enough to make my skin
beg for you, just a fraction of a movement
constituting a touch." It's written with such elegance. This poem begins with an invocation of passion and ends with a gift of light, a source of life or vitality. This is indeed a fine write

Chaos_Collector

[K.C. Zbryk]

Each and every small detail brings this piece to life, makes the emotions stand out so vibrantly, and one can almost feel the warmth you so passionatly write about just through these brief few lines. Amazingly well done.

[Chris]

Good heat and tone. Nice seeing you again.

[Black]

It is a beautifull poem,
and the rythm flows
good job