Sunday, December 09, 2007


Today I thought you wouldn't show
But you came an hour late
I thought I would only get to say hello
But we began to communicate
I thought I could keep my hands controlled
But they reached for yours eagerly
I thought i couldn't get close today
But you came closer to me
I thought you wouldn't see me dance
But you caught me moving my hips
I thought I could stop wanting you
But inches apart were our lips
Today my hands and feet were hurting
But your touch went over the bruise
I felt so tried I could have dropped
But your voice through the room diffused
Today, I thought would be so terrible
But your fingers ran down my arm
I thought today would be like any other
But your presence itself is a charm

1 comment:

daisies said...

this is enchanting ...


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