Poetry Pages

Sleepless, I have become brittle like winter leaves, that cry out as I lay my naked body down. There is an urgency in the rustling of dead thoughts that speaks of time moving forward at the speed of two beating hearts, and of hands reaching out to hold impossible dreams. Stripped and longing for yo...

I mark off the days with great big X's, days that are boxes on my butterfly calender, days that slip through my hands like fine grains of sand to blow away with my sigh. These days, that melt and bleed one into the other, a mosaic, a splatter, that I wipe away with salty tears. I stand and stare wi...

His hands always fascinated me, how they would flutter with excitement like butterflies circling around my head, and when I would look at him and smile, how they would stop in mid-flight as if they had forgotten what they were going to say. His hands were always gentle and they held me tender. I re...

Wonderful write! I like the nice rhyme and rhythm!

The intense longing really jumps out in this. Well done!

Oh my this touched me. Such sadness.

She will sing the aria
of ecstatic love,
as vibrations
thrust deep.

He strums
her silken strings
with fingers
trembling....

Bliss hums
to heartbeat drums
addendum
to dreamt whispers.

She leaks
on his lips
he leaps
on her soul

while he plays her.....

This is such a lovely write!