Tis Be The First and Last Poem i will ever write/wrote.....WARNING: its about love
Posted September 24, 2006
As I write with ink, the blue of my eyes, I dream of a place, I can only invision deep within me. I watch you sleep, holding you in my arms. I kiss you on the cheek, my skin gently touching yours. I run my fingers through your hair, feeling at ease. Your hand gently encloses around mine. This is stronger than want, stronger than need. But there is no such place, only existing in the human conscious. A place that tricks the mind into things we desire most. There is this sparkle I see in your eyes when you smile; it draws me closer to you. But why must you leave before time starts ticking? Ive been stopped in my tracks and the only way to move forward is with you. Only with you do I feel such joy, time seems to stand on end. Now I live to see each day as my last, cherishing each breath I take. Youre like a fresh, red rose, so beautiful and delicate, But hurtful to the touch. Your thorns are sharp around the edges. I can see inside a bright, red flame... waiting to enrage. I wish to share that hot burden. I desire to reach out to you, why are you not forth coming? Pondering, I see with you blue eyes, blind me, blind you. Curse the real world. I long to feel your body close to mine, to taste the sweetness of your lips.
I desire to feel your bare skin next to mine. I want to be worthy enough, to be called yours. Is this request unthinkable?
