her to him

catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
edited September 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
she lays naked upon his bower
he watches her as she sleeps
when she awakes, he is gone
but his presence remains
she can feel him, hear him
almost taste him
he has become her other half
the familiarity that breeds between them
deepens with every word, every sigh, every laugh
he is her prize
and she is his captive
her absolute faith keeps her afloat
as the distance that separates them shrinks
and the time grows shorter
hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
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Comments

  • that poem is beautiful...wish i could write or even think like that!
    “I don't know what this means. I don't think it means anything.”
    -Eddie Vedder
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