The Difference

The Difference

A Poem by Kris Tate

In my dream:

 

I see his eyes

Fire through my sight

I feel his hands

Soft and light

I taste his lips

Sweet as candy

I smell his cologne

Strong and Manly

I hear his breath

Soft and silent

 

In my reality:

 

I see him

A happy sight

I feel my body

Tense in fright

I taste my lips

Remember my dream

I smell my fear

All that I seem

I hear my heart

Beating loud

© 2008 Kris Tate


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Very intense.... makes you wonder why the fear..... Great Write!

~Frances~

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Kris Tate
Kris Tate

Humble, TX



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