So last night I had this dream
where you held my hand;
and even in the dream
I knew this was a special moment
because even in the dream
that simple act had my heart racing and aching
longing to freeze that moment
which is often but a fleeting one…
the other day you came and stood
behind me
you bent over my shoulder to reach
for something
and the breaths became deeper and
slower
trying to savor and keep
yet attempting to fight
the reaction my blood was having to
the scent of you
praying you do not see my shaking
struggling to find my thoughts again
as must you from my heart
because you have eyes for another
You have taken me hostage
but you keep from making demands
Tell me, I beseech you
what I must do to free myself
from this hold that you have me in
Ahhh ... the literary beauty that can flow from a heart smitten! A special someone must be bursting with pride somewhere ... *
ReplyDeleteThank you Solomon, well well..special someone ought to be bursting with pride but special someone doesn't know, girls do not really have the luxury of telling, except of course in poetry
Deletewow such a beautiful blog Gloria. Good job
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