Up There

just a spure of the moment poem.

I love to hear your voice,

swaddling me in the night with your arms,

the subtle movements of your stomach going in and out,

your breath on the back of my neck.

These senses,

i will never,

see

feel

tatse

hear

smell

all because your far away.

 

 

Reviews

[Tanya]

I love the last line.
Good Job.

[NICOLE]

beautiful
you're last line

[Rachel]

should the last line be "you're" or am i interpreting it wrong? Great poem though! I loved the "swaddling me in the night in your arms" line!