Open Poetry #26 |
repost for Cpat... |
nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Without Words I welcome the cool of morn as it fans itself over my body, chilling the heat from dreams that drenched me awake. You came to me, without words, lips telling secrets touching off a new rhythm to my heartdance, leaving me breathless and out of step. For you are my weakness, and bleed me blue when I condemn myself to only you, cradled in whispers of mine to share a sleepless night. I sense your every thought, the desires of the moment in untitled feel. When I am with you, I have found my place, no more false starts. And in the frame of time, you are my morning comfort allowing me to surrender to a journey, a pictured togetherness, powered by a knowing, without words. M "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Ah... yes the cool of morning on our heated dreams is at times a relief...and those dreams do so haunt us at times... I remember this one... enjoyed it then and enjoyed now... thank you |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Sometimes I wonder how I write what I write when I am not living it and can barely remember those feelings. ok now I will attempt a mature post...may take me a while [This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (05-28-2003 11:51 AM).] |
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