"Lovely"A Poem by RaefMight write more for this little series-starter of poems. If you liked it even a little, say something, anything. All true.A dry drum isn't alone tonight, And strings are not still. I can't sleep. My lungs are burning. It's wasteful to love so purely; Your guiding lights were never even there, dear. But I can, and have, been your- Oh, and home is on the way, so turn your face and look at what we'll get to When it's all said. And when we get there... I may have promised Tears and hugs, kisses. But if I've promised anything to you, it's that My promises are like the men you've met; I'm just another man... To you. Someone to hold and touch, a canvass to trace errant fancies on for hours in silence Until the breaking dawn. And then, without knowing the thoughts beside me, I'll wake. None the wiser. And familiar sights are no comfort here. I love, love, to be this... Thing. This thing for you is all I am, And I love, love it. This thing. I love it. And every night you trace your thoughts on my chest, and try as I might, No matter how quiet I am, no whisper escapes your lips, and you remain Silent. Sometimes I can't tell the difference between our breaths. Maybe that's a good thing. The tips of your fingers are faltering now; today you said something about Work, and wearily you beckoned me to be your canvass once more. But I could tell there was something... Amiss. I could feel it in your touch; we were ending. And now as you press your face into my side, I can hear the difference in our breathing, and Finally, I hear a murmur; a whisper of a whisper on your lips, brushing my skin: "Lovely".
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