To love a person,
It doesn't make sense.
To many limits,
Yet hardly any boundaries.
Your footprint is covered,
By the ocean in the sand,
There is no trail,
No mark of your love.
It’s insignificant,
Beauty hardly seen.
The amount of effort you give her,
Your energy is drained.
Take your life supply,
Of blood away from you,
It circulates,
How could it ever leave.
Unless, wait,
Until you bleed,
There are speechless motions,
That can’t be seen.
Eyes run wild,
Fingertips gracefully,
Wanting to fulfill,
It’s desires.
But in the midst of the night,
Daring towards the peek,
Of dawn,
Your there.
Standing looking at me,
But you don’t move.
In a parch position,
You stare as if I’m your prey.

No gift in disaster,
No heartache in love,
No pain in the darkest part,
Of a long wait misery.
Nothing but just,
You, yourself,
The dark,
And your mind.
Well and the figure,
Staring at you from,
Across the bed side,
Eating into your mind.

© Robyn G Neymour