it's simple...

a refined/somewhat finished version of a poem i posted earlier (earlier today actually) that is a response to a very pretty lady's poem.

My space...

It’s not just a place,

Or location,

It’s not just any face.

 

It’s not the space between us that keeps us apart,

It’s not the space between my fingers where yours are missing,

And it’s not the space in my head

Filled with words I should have said.

 

My space is the space between us,

So small I can feel you anyways.

It’s the gaps between my fingers,

Fingers spread so yours can fit.

It’s the words behind my lips

That every now and then I let slip.

 

Words I say between the lines,

Between the lines in my face

And the lines in this poem.

Words that only now seem to have a home.

 

My space is the place above your collar bone

As soft as the pause between words

As smooth as the skin on your wrists

As sweet as the taste of your kiss.

 

Those and few other places

Like some lakes, roads, and old family farms

Make up my own little world,

But if I look surprised,

It’s simple...

I never thought my own little world

Would fit right in my arms.

 

Those are the things I’d be okay with having

If I had nothing but.

Nothing but you and me,

Some fields and trees,

With enough time to get lost in them forever,

With enough space to go anywhere together.

Author's Note

i like this, but found it impossible to really get across what i wanted to.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

I may be wrong but the way I read it you've been pleasantly surprised to find something you've been searching for right under your nose.. and the feeling and need to explore to find it is gone.. because it exists now among the things that do make you happy??? idk if that's it but it's what I got lol.. and I like the last stanza because it nails it..xx

[dhoho]

Very nice :)