Silence of an Empty Room

Silence of an Empty Room

A Poem by BoundbyInk

The silence of an empty room

Where we lay, nothing else matters

I have perfection in my arms

 

The rhythmic rain falls, tapping against the glass window

Thunder chimes in, just to say hello

We get closer with every resounding greeting

It wants to be a part of what we have

 

As the rain falls so do I

Whispering to us as I whisper to you

 

My fingers run through your long brown hair

I start to drown in your endearing hazel eyes

Forgetting to breathe for a few seconds

Reminded by your delicate, sweet breaths on my chest

 

I take a deep breath and exhale slowly

You ask “why?”, but I can’t tell you

There is no description for a moment so enchanting

 

The silence of an empty room

Where we lay, nothing else matters

I have perfection in my arms

 

 

© 2011 BoundbyInk


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BoundbyInk,

Never before and Never again have I or will I, listen to such a beautiful sound as this silence.

The description and detail leaves nothing to chance, you have placed the most beautiful images before us and allowed us to be captivated by your spell.

I will never again read another description of this event that is so beautiful it has hypnotized the reader.

Thank you for inviting us in to such an intimate moment.

Beautiful,

InnerSpirit

Would you do us all the honors of posting this into the contest Love located in Poetic Infusion Society? Please... If you have not entered anything, that is.





Posted 13 Years Ago



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BoundbyInk
BoundbyInk

Kent, OH



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I am a 21 year old writer. I have been writing since I was about 13 or 14. I recently fell in love with writing poetry and have become very serious about it. I have been published a few times. I would.. more..

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