Post by Nym Zeal on Sept 7, 2004 6:45:14 GMT -5
Slanted Star
that the clock seems to have gone on
when I'd rather it hold, cease the sun path
light changes, which tree side
is shadowed? in the slant of that star's rays.
You held me last evening. I mimicked your breaths.
now I lie in bed, you aren't
but I think you'd be
breathing in, just now, so I do
as well, hold it in correction
for your longer intakes, let it out slow. all the while
breathing for the you that is not
in the bed beside me, keeping my back warm
and stealing my quilts in the process.
it aches. a burn when I do not
comfortably breath as my lungs
unconsciously instruct. quicker. shorter.
but then, my Hands are in my Hair
my Toes beneath green sheets.
how else do I trick the day, make it falter
but to be us both at the same time?
Finger tips to my lips, take the kiss
then give it back. G'mornin' love,
forget the noon.
Natasha Trinité<br>2004
I so rarely write love poems...
that the clock seems to have gone on
when I'd rather it hold, cease the sun path
light changes, which tree side
is shadowed? in the slant of that star's rays.
You held me last evening. I mimicked your breaths.
now I lie in bed, you aren't
but I think you'd be
breathing in, just now, so I do
as well, hold it in correction
for your longer intakes, let it out slow. all the while
breathing for the you that is not
in the bed beside me, keeping my back warm
and stealing my quilts in the process.
it aches. a burn when I do not
comfortably breath as my lungs
unconsciously instruct. quicker. shorter.
but then, my Hands are in my Hair
my Toes beneath green sheets.
how else do I trick the day, make it falter
but to be us both at the same time?
Finger tips to my lips, take the kiss
then give it back. G'mornin' love,
forget the noon.
Natasha Trinité<br>2004
I so rarely write love poems...
