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Symphonious Secret I wander through each room in warm nakedness looking for a sign, a note, saying goodbye and that you love me. All I find is toothpaste spread on my toothbrush, proving you have been here; this past weekend was not a dream. Three o’clock came early, I vaguely recall you awakening me out of an Ambian haze, with soft caresses. Drugged brown eyes focus slowly on a beautiful smile and loving pickle green eyes. I, hear you off in a distance amid the music of the blood moon, saying soon you will return, admonishing me to remember the bracelet of stars on my right ankle as a physical sign of loving me today, tomorrow and always. Gently you kiss me. Sleep crowds reality and we are gone again into thickness of night. Wrapped in a soft navy blanket; dreaming remembered fragments; the heat of your essence blends with me, now, tomorrow and for always, with the sensation of the sparkling golden bracelet touching my skin, I know all things. In my imagination I wander through each fantasy room in warm nakedness… looking for a sign. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2004-08-03 00:15:32
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 8.89474
Sometimes the memory of love appears to be more romantic, more diffused than that which appears in real life. In memories, nothing gets in the way, no bills, no fights, no...well, you get the general idea. I envy you your fantasy, which obviously comes from a sensual creative mind. I hope he returns for you. Nice read.