Friday, 21 May 2010

Today was spectacular

Well today was spectacular
the sun just happened to burn,
the concrete pavements
and grassy embankments were so inviting
we kept sitting then wandering along.

But it isn't the heat of the sun
that's leaving an imprint on my skin,
no I wont have any red marks.
It's the hand that's tracing circles on my arm.
It's the arm that's gripping my hips tightly.

I feel more alive with every moment
we're locked together, closer to heaven
than I ever wish to be. I don't think
a bird could even soar this high.
I amble on, just holding your hand

I'm loathed to release it
even just to move an inch further,
towards the flourishing beauty
that has me totally enthralled
because all that seems fake in comparison

to what we have; you're at a loss
for words, for actions, for reasons
I love it when you're like that
it means you can't tell me
only what I want to hear

It's when I finally see the man
I adore, love even, maybe...
Well I've said it now.
Luckily there's no daunted expression,
no running backwards as fast as possible

You just gripped my hand tighter
"Did he do that? or am I dreaming?"
I can't comprehend what that means
I'm too terrified to turn around
then I feel your presence get closer

I turn around there's your face
staring at me devotedly, with those eyes,
I could drown in and that smile
that makes me forget everything
and suddenly concentrate solely on us.

Sub-consciously I'm reminded
that it's selfish to wish for this
to be endless, that I'd miss others
but for a second, looking at you
I see who I want to be

She's projected at me from the sheen
in your eyes. She's smiling and happy
looks like the spring is in her step
looks like the summers caught her in bliss
she's got the colours of autumn glistening

in her skin, her hair. Winter's in the past
no pale flakes touch her, in her little orb.
The all encompassing one that I'm in.
It's sheltering me and I'm thawing.
It appears Ice queens melt quickly, surprise, surprise.

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This blog is basically, poetry, pretty words and underneath it all a real sense of who I am... I am a feminist of sorts, hence why my writing is mainly from the female view. I don't profess to be anything special, when writing these at stupid o'clock in the morning I, like every other human being on the planet, make spelling mistakes.I am not always grammatically correct, but put it this way, if you can read my poetry and enjoy any of it, relate to it even, you are getting a sense of who I am, how I love, how I hate, what I believe. I hope you like my writing.

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