Leaving

I wrote my poem from a mans point of view... Free Verse Image by Barbara D. Richards

Leaving....

    

    Lovely,

    as always,

    in cream lace …

    I watch her 

    quietly cross the room.

    Gown

    slipped-off …

    she's naked ~

    sitting at the piano;

    sun-drenched, golden skin,

    velvet ribbon soft.

    Red hair

    gently a'flow

    to her waist's curve;

    unaware

    he's watched,

    the music fills her. 

    

    Yearning ... 

    to touch her

    once more,

    caress the softness 

    of her breasts,

    my lips upon the spot

    below her navel,

    becoming as one.

    

    Exquisite

    she is ~ her body, 

    satin as ivory.

    

    Night's

    falling too quickly,

    leaving mere minutes

    for my touches.

    

    From behind,

    my fingers

    slip gently 

    down her sides;

    continuing to play,

    my warm breath

    upon her neck,

    ne'er the music ceases.

    

    Then …

    lost in our world,

    these precious moments

    we've shared ~

    forever captured.

                      

    With no farewells

    … alas, I left.

         ~·~·~

  

Author's Note

Sit down and enjoy a nice cup of coffee with me....
Your review is always welcome.
I appreciate that you took the time to read my poem.
Thank you

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Leaving is an interesting title. Lots of possibilities involved. Is it for good or ill? Maybe looking fwd to arriving is good. Staying is sometimes hard work, demanding. Sometimes the challenge of the new is seductive and so leaving is this necessary, for some restless souls. And phps some of the ones who stay turn out to be ... yawn. Maybe we keep learning till the day we die. And as you say, some who leave regret it bitterly.

[Lisasview]

Oh my goodness, another review of yours that i never responded to...so~so strange... I think your comments about my poem are spot-on..perfect ...
Yes, so many possibilities..
Thank you a zillion times for reading and review...an forgive me for being so tardy with my heartfelt thank you,
Lisa, now in Spain

[William Michael Reeves]

As a man, reviewing a woman, writing as a man ... I feel like you did touch the differences between men and women. Not to speak for all, but men are visual. Men are tactile. He watches her and appreciates her beauty. He touches her, and she feels. Women feel. And I kind of like at the end the heat of the moment gets snuffed out when he does the male thing and doesn't communicate. Typical man. Present company excluded of course! Good poem!!!

[Lisasview]

Hi Michael, I just found this wonderful review of yours and sadly I see that I neglected to thank you...Three months ago!!! Wow..anyway, it is rather wonderful that I am now going through my poems and reading them and my reviews...and I see yours here..which I have now read again... really such a wonderful review...
Thank you,
lisa, getting ready to watch a movie...in Spain