toffee eyes
sweet with intensity
wine red lips
with hints of bubblegum
and orchid
shower affections
that taste of tangerine
and feel like fireworks
mugs of coffee
two-thirds and full
fan whirring with the traffic below
our hearts speaking
awoken in warmth
softness
depth
a pause
let’s breathe
I am beloved
rhythm of a poem
the Lord is gracious
precious meaning
Your name is where my heart begins
November 28, 2008 at 6:03 pm |
i really liked your poem. the best part is the last line. just one sentence says alot.
November 29, 2008 at 7:24 am |
One post a month these days?
but yr poem is so brilliant that it makes the wait all worthwhile! good stuffs, as usual!
December 24, 2008 at 4:42 pm |
syedafarnaz: Thank you! Yeah, wrote it with the last line in mind first… the beautiful line is from the song “My Last Tango” by Nerina Pallot
min an: I know, I know… I’m terrible!! Hoping to catch up with the backpile of drafts soon… glad you liked the poem! Merry Christmas!!