Skin Without HistoryA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellYou move through me like a silent zephyr.
Deep chords pathetically move within my heart -
a voice that is speaking; and yet, mute. All abandoned hopes still refute me even though we are far apart. Never touched with passionate bliss, my body seeks beauty in the arms of hope on the plain of heaven's flowered-slope. Desired one! I long for your burning kiss. The tempest thunder calm in heaven above explodes in my heart's court of love. Your eyes hold too much of the sky in their cerulean-tinted hue. I am enamored by you. I am not mended by my cry. Your hands look soft and tender, as gentle as feathers fixed in space. How I yearn for you to caress my face. O! How you make my soul kinder. The little girl within me aches so much for the ardor of your delicate touch. Sensorial stirrings move a heart so fragile that I am breathless in the wonder of it all. I am swept asunder by gulfs of desire deeper than the Nile. Do I betray myself, an expense more dear than I shall ever be able to pay? Love verily is not the way of fairdom - yet more severe. Though your hands touch over my skin never, you move through me like a silent zephyr. © 2008 Linda Marie Van TassellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 28, 2008 AuthorLinda Marie Van TassellVAAboutPoetry has been my passion since I was about fifteen years old, and I love the structure of rhyme and meter moreso than just randomly throwing words upon a page without any form whatsoever. Whi.. more..Writing
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