It took every ounce of self control
not
to kiss you...
not to take you in my arms
inhaling deep
the very scent of floral meadows
from your hair
not to hold your hands
with fingers trembling
nor to speak openly
my love...
my feelings
that I have
so often
held
here ...
close to my chest
muffling the very beating
of my heart
in such pained
poetic silence
Yet
but for one moment of weakness
I could have made known
my need
my pain
my longing to be touched
but no
for I would never risk
all we are ...
nor all we have
for one moment
of
madness.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
It took every ounce of self control
not
to kiss you...
not to take you in my arms
inhaling deep
the very scent of floral meadows
from your hair
not to hold your hands
with fingers trembling
nor to speak openly
my love...
my feelings
that I have
so often
held
here ...
close to my chest
muffling the very beating
of my heart
in such pained
poetic silence
Yet
but for one moment of weakness
I could have made known
my need
my pain
my longing to be touched
but no
for I would never risk
all we are ...
nor all we have
for one moment
of
madness.
An oldie revamped and tweeked