mourning
February 22, 2013 § 10 Comments
you ask me what i thought about
making love with you.
you wake me,
your tongue thrums
and moves.
yet, every morning, i
wake alone, dreaming.
i hate the sight of the coming day.
chilled, i wake up.
what am i to believe?
the voice of crickets
mourn for my lonely life
as it grows fainter and fades away
You touch the shadowy places with force and delicacy. I look forward to a splendid reciprocity. :~)
my heart went swollen with your words.
Beautifully poignant
This is a great poem. I really like how you’re addressing someone directly in it; that’s a fresh approach when it seems a lot of poetry opts for third person.
Thank you.
I feel these words. Stunning.
Quite stimulating.
Beautiful…
Such a beautiful poem. It captured my exact emotion right now….love it.
Touched a chord in my heart once again