Clutching for words, I sink into silence. Your waxing smile soothes, but light Not the darken sea nor calms the violence Wrecked upon my soul by a still tongue's blight. Your laughter, bells that chimes heaven's bliss; Your touch shivers that skin feels *****; Yet my world yearns for a tender kiss. Through havoc and chaos comes something perfect. Gentle madness and crazed frustration start When silence through your sensual stride Take pass my smitten heart. Dazed and stranded, beach by your tide My castaway heart sits upon a broken keel For which only your love can heal.
Oh my. I wrote this almost 2 decades ago! I must have been pining after some girl. The longer you live, the more the years seem to get compressed, each passing without notice in bunches. Did I write poems like you are now?