PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

His shadow darkens the floor

Just inside the door

His face is a silhouette

The street lights dance behind his head

I grip the carpet

To keep myself grounded

Ten floors up

To keep myself grounded

He pulls me in his arms

Or puts his arms around 

Pulls me from the drowning

Or comes to drown with me

I close my eyes

But I still see the color

I clutch to his embrace

But I still hear the thunder

I'm still under

I am still awash

and away

Swayed and taken

By my own retreat

Take me Orpheus

Don't leave my hand

Don't look back

Don't leave my side

To destine me to die