Silent Fall

-Our arms opening,

a tight embrace.

I wonder if we

will ever face?

His sweet aroma

feels the air.

It whisps around

without a care.

Simple, sweet -

and to the point.

His hand spiral down

no warning - no force.

-Whispers- in my ear,

oft and sweet.

It is a wonder

we ever speak.

Skin so soft

words held dear.

Under those stars

we always meet.

Eyes like fire,

hands spread out.

Do you ever wonder

why words come out?

The touch.

So brief. No words -

No sounds. The heartbeat -

The silence. A joyous sound.

Yet in youth

one forgets.

Passion isn't all. It's words collect,

they break the fall.

Author's Note

A personal desire. I hope you enjoy my work. I'm sorry it has been so long...

Reviews

[Starshineblu]

I love this `ink of yours! :) Great poem.

[Oblivion]

Sweet and simple.

[Adam :P]

great poem! love the pace

[Tate Morgan]

Ah the face of young love so innocent and so intense A beautiful thing to start a life with

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful and sensitive poem. I like the days when a tender touch could spark happiness and joy. I like the pace and the ending to the amazing poem. Thank you.
Coyote