Friday, December 14, 2007

I Will Miss...

Your gorgeous eyes so brown
Your comfort when I'm feeling down
Your touch that turns me on
That caresses long after you're gone
Your kiss that tastes so sweet
The drum of your heart beat
Your body's perfect contours
Your shoulders and their curvature
Your laugh that bursts from inside
The thought of being your future bride
The stolen kisses in the guitar room
The more-than-just-kisses in your bedroom
Your jokes that tickle my bones
Your voice whispering in gentle tones
Your hands as soft as butter
The words of love you utter
Your cute, mixed up accent
The fifteen minute breaks we spent
How you always lend a listening ear
As my words pour out, so do my fears
The random songs you sing
The infinite joy you bring
How you love the things I write
How your hug makes things alright
The ink marks on your fingers
The scent of you that lingers
Your body so perfectly made
Your faith in God that never fades
Your compliments I always refuse
The things you own in orange hues

The list goes on and shall never end
For try as I might I can't pretend
My insides clench, my knees grow weak
My throat is dry, I cannot speak
I want to cry, "baby please stay"
But I know you have to go away
So every night in my mind's abyss
I find something new that I will miss

1 comment:

suraj motherjane said...

Beautiful. I loved this poem.

Poetry

when language like bubbling streams flow




when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands




when you feel the essence of the poet from within




when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm



when images reel as you read




when pen and paper create a symphony




then, it is poetry

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