As I was leaving, I returned for one last look, Asleep on your stomach, Shoulder blades pinned like the wings, Of the butterflies I admire so greatly. You pick me up, after work. Like wine for an occasion, I'm so happy to see your truck, Your secrets clatter to the floor, Another clue, I've been watching for. You toy with all subjects Decorating silence, like a tree I cannot hide my curiosity It barks like a dog, left in the car. What do I know of you so far? Your lips are made of the darkness, Your words arrive like the milk Your body folds over mine Like the emperor's finest silk. But where are your secrets? I am convinced, You live another life, I am obsessed with what it could be. I am keeping you in this museum, Devising chapters of our history. In it I will compose the past, The future you may keep, I only desire the last glimpses Every morning, as you sleep.
Beautiful and sweet. I got a very different feeling as I read the poem. Almost as if the first two stanzas could be a separate piece from the last three.
This is one of my new babies from my new anthology chagrin i'm so thrilled you guys enjoyed them, i need to read ya'll's pieces i promise i will soon i just never get enuf time on this pc, thanks again
i have to agree with the whole thing about 2 different poems. i can understand where u were headed with it but seems like u need some type of bridge. thats my piece. other than that i enjoyed. i really like your descriptions!
agreed. i love tha descriptions... and it does have a different feeling to it... reminds me of romance... i look forward ta reading more
