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 day…
Is that enough to get through the chase?
With your lips pressed against my face
inhaling your scent and I…. don’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
Submission Name: Waiting
