Your words have power just like my own
Time finds my lips carved out of yours
Entwined in tangled blankets and laughter
Your voice can no longer matter
We start out lanky and fumbling
But something else takes over and it overtakes
I feel small buried in your shoulder
Your arms around me feel like the world,
Like the world can no longer find me,
I’ve become small and your arms can cover the ocean
We start out lanky and fumbling
But something takes over and it overtakes
It takes more than silence to calm me
Maybe next time around your kiss will soothe
Tonight it can only lead to overwhelming
Bliss. Smile it away, and I’ll do the same
Love starts out oh so lanky and fumbling
But it takes over and it overtakes
3 comments:
"my lips carved out of yours" is such a good line, dear. Neruda-like in its subtlety and elegant expression. :)
wonderful images here! i love this poem.
soulless,
thank you. Neruda, i am not worthy of being likened to but thank you nonetheless. :)
billy,
welcome. thank you for your kind words. do drop by again. ^__^
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