In my dream I was alone
Slowly drifting out to sea without a paddle nor sail
The moon had a reddish glow to it
The wind was so still it was eerie
I sat all alone with nothing but my thoughts
No one to talk to me
No one that could hear me
No one to hold and comfort me
No one to give comfort too
No one.......
In my dream I was alone
Then I woke up and saw you next to me
In my heart I am still alone
For the Lover of Poetry--written by SmOOth 1ne in 2006..
drink deep of the fruit of my fingertips
run your tongue across your lips so as to
let not a single drop escape your consumption
take into yourself all of me
imbibe the thoughts of my heart
swallow the marrow of my bones
take the fullness of my expression
and explain to me more than I had hoped to convey
give back to me of myself, only more, only better…
better because it has entered into you
and been massaged by your heart
been filtered through the deepest bowels of you
to take on your very essence
now bearing your sweat, your very own blood
your very own soul
return it to me, so I can revel in…
what it has meant to you
what it has given to you
what it has taken from you
what it has done to you
let me know
let me see, and feel, and taste
the effect of my fruit on your soul
explain to me more than I had hoped to convey
take from me
explain to me
give to me
return
to
me
d
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and I will give you yet more again.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Gypsy Rani
PolarB ;)
Have a happy Hump day!