Listen to these words:
I slip them between my lips
And scribble them onto the page.
For you, my dear.
I rip them from my tongue
In their silent protests.
Should they try to shy back
Where they may never go again,
It would be in vain:
They cannot hide from you, my dear.
I stutter sweet romances
Upon your name;
I sigh its meaning
In every pause.
My angel,
My love...
There is no way I may
Inhale these phrases
Back into non-existence.
I exhale,
And I breathe my love
For you, my dear.
I choke back these tears -
I will not let you see them
Escape...
I will not let you hear them
Slide
Down
Deep into my
Thoughts
Scream through my mind
I cannot hear
Anything, but the sound of you
Singing my name
And that’s all I want to hear:
Your voice, my dear.
Crush me in your warm embrace;
I long for the feeling.
Three months smells of eternity, love.
Two years proves rank
If they should not be spent with you.
Each minute scrapes
Its presence against
The face of the clock,
The calendar flips through
Aimlessly
Until the day
My dear
That we shall meet again.
Bold those things I can’t define,
Place my patience in parenthesis
(It can wait).
The aroma of our feelings
Is too sweet to ignore
Feed me
Morsels of what it tastes
To love you
From afar. |
Submission Name: From Afar
