You haven't met me
but I have rested
my head upon your breasts
kissed your fingertips
the arch of your foot
I have breathed
naked beside you
as the candlelight
flung our bodies
onto my bedroom wall
No you haven't met me
but you have seen the sun
I would play games in your hair
in that long ago photo
not knowing then you would grasp it
and whisper my name.
You have not met me
but the secrets live in your heart;
stories take root in your soul
we have shared many tales of old lovers,
and demons who still rise to haunt us
while the globe spins
No, you haven't met me
we won't climb that peak
but our shadows
will dance continuously
on candlelit nights.
man oh man...you truly have a way with words. I know I've said that many times before, but I truly mean it. I really love your poetry. Can't wait for your first book.
This is a very abstract and erotic piece. Very powerful! I am dying to read more. I respect your pen. I will drop in from time to time to check out your work....keep it up
Bro!