F l a t h e a d M e m o r i e s
Soft and warm, the morning light caressed your cheek's blush,
Until stirring slowly in your sleep, you moved as if to brush
petulantly away an impertinent dawn's creeping touch.
Green and hazy, sleepy eyes open, still not seeing much,
until, resting on me, they crinkle brightly, as a lazy smile
brings such a glowing tenderness to your face, while
lips that have pressed mine with such fierce passion part;
Love is awake, matching day for light, setting fire to my heart.
13 comments:
Absolutely rendered me in awe...How beautiful...Your writing is so heart felt and your passion exudes the pen{errrr keyboard} Thanks...
Jodi
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dreamy.....
Hoping that sometime in my life, a man whose heart I attempted to touch, feels just the same way. That was lovely. (although I am sorry you are writing of a lost love)
Sounds like spring is around the corner! The promise of new life certainly makes us hopeful and wistful all at once. Lovely poem.
Beautiful...would like to think my lost love thinks things like this...you have a way with words and I always love stopping by your journal. Thanks!
that is so awesome!!!
take care
~jackie~
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this is beautiful...i can only hope that i will touch someone in this way in my lifetime...
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LOVE IS AWAKE MATCHING DAY FOR LIGHT...........WHAT AN ENORMOUS SENTIMENT...BEAUTIFUL!
COURTENAYMPHELAN
Very sexy poem........Penny
Whoa! Don't know quite what to say here. Surprises with every entry.
Tammy
Love once shared is never really forgotten. A scent, a song, a sound; even silence itself can put us in yesterdays space. *Barb*
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<swooon> there is just something about that morning tenderness, remembrances of the night before, the first look of the day at your love. I really need to remember to get here more often.
Reading your words, I could almost see this person waking up, looking at you and smiling. It's as if the words have a life of their own. Linda
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