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So, I've been really artsy these past weeks, and I thought I'd put up some writings, partly to see what others think, but mostly because I need it off of my chest. This makes me feel better, but, in the end, it's nothing more than a release.
From beneath fearful eyes,
My dry lips quiver.
My heart speeds it's tune
While my body shivers.
These signs aren't of death,
But of nervous forbearing
That none other than she
Was casually provoking.
"Surely I'm dreaming"
As I had oft' before.
Her back turned towards me,
I followed her request,
Timorously, I reached
And started this test.
Her shoulders were warm
Underneath my touch.
She swayed as I kneaded,
So content in my clutch
"I must be dreaming"
I could no be sure.
I strictly followed the language
Her angelic body supplied.
Then the beautiful figure
Returned a soft, soothed sigh.
She reclined aft' a while,
My chest held her head.
A slow breath in,
And my fear finally fled.
"I mustn't be Dreaming"
To Him I implore.
Weary of sitting,
To bed she retired,
And, to my surprise,
My company she desired.
So there we lay,
Nothing more arose,
Her head on my shoulder,
Holding me close.
"This can't be a dream"
Of that I swore.
My heart would not slow,
though sleep was the main.
She worried for me,
And that lessened the strain.
We spoke for a bit
about her and her life,
then drifted off,
relieved of the strife.
"Now why would I dream?"
A smile I bore.
When we awoke,
Two breaths were withheld.
She let out another sigh,
And kissed me 'till quelled.
We walked out together.
She had me despond,
Told me she's leaving,
She'll no longer respond.
"I am not dreaming"
I'll have this nevermore.
That was my first.
 hansd22 · Tue Aug 24, 2010 @ 08:23pm · 0 Comments |
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