From time to time I thought about
Her, laying beneath the same stars
Possible dreaming of me, secretly
And longingly whispering my name
I knew innately I loved her
For all those rightful reasons
Though I hadn’t looked into her eyes
Let alone learned their color
Or felt the touch of her breathe
Causing goosebumps to erupt
As her lips playfully teased my skin
It almost seemed queer- yet wasn’t
She made me do more than smile
With her unadulterated witty words
That caused my lungs to fill with laughter
A laughter I couldn’t hold within
Even as I sat alone, reading, her voice
A ghostly voice I had only imagined
With an unmissable sultry sound
I’d recognize in real life, if ever I had heard it
I hadn’t known such simple pleasure
And the purity of it resonated
Deep, to the marrow of my bones
Simultaneously, it frightened me
Stirring the feebleness of my insecurities
Still- my soul, my cerebellum craves for her
Her breath and moving witty phrases of words
Forever- is how long she’d be present
Here- within my thoughts and my heart
That same heart was all I could offer her
My fear; how could that ever be…enough?
Poet of the Light © 2018
Reblogged this on Whispers of a poet's heart.
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I’ve watered my keyboard from reading your words. Ooh, that aches.
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Thank you for taking time to read and live in my words. I appreciate your comments very much.
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I’ve come back to the beginning here to leave a note to tell you I’ve read and enjoyed and cried over every poem here. You have a talent for connecting the reader to your words. You express so well the highs and lows of love and that almost inexpressible ache of brokenheartedness. Thank you for all you have shared here with me.
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I’m humbled and at a near loss for words. To know someone has taken the emotional roller-coaster ride by reading bled words artistically, makes each effort worth the share. Thank you deeply my friend.
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