I want you to reach out
run your hand down my face,
through my hair. I want you
to want me beyond the chase.
Beyond the horizon the sun melts
into the moon's soft embrace.
for but a moment, as one
tangled in their special place.
You mouth some day, one dayâ€¦
Is that enough to get through the chase?
With your lips pressed against my face
inhaling your scent and Iâ€¦. donâ€™t know
| The chase is fun. Dreaming is often more pleasurable then elusive reality. At some point i grew too old for the chase not wanting to waste my time I just immediately cut it short and was like is this going to go anywhere because if its not then onward i search.|
Anyway as far as the poem I love that you paint the scene enough to feel the caress on a cheek. Imagine running hands through your hair as I've done with my wife and many past lovers. I liked the way you used the otherwise clichéd sun and moon masculine/ feminine uniquely to symbolize limbo, cuddling or making love the specifics aren't important.
It could be taken a step further what time of year ect but i don't know that this piece needs it. It just make it even more imersive
|| Posted on 2013-09-11 00:00:00 | by shaman | [ Reply to This ] || Very nice. That is all :)||| Posted on 2013-09-02 00:00:00 | by Solomon Disease | [ Reply to This ] |