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You sleep sound
as I
in silence
trance your countenance
with gentle fingertips...

from the gentle *****
of upturned chin
or' soft plumped lips
that earlier bore the taint
of rouge and mine own kiss...

turning my hand to tenderly
back-stroke they cheek
moisturised and cleaned of my heated touch...

up towards now shuttered eyes
in semi permanent state of rest
as before fluttered and batted so
as to place butterfly kisses upon my aching skin...

finally the ears so unadorned by trinkets
yet still bearing a trace of me
my scent left my nuzzling mouth
nibbling gently upon it's perfect lobe...

as you sleep sound
I in silence trace your countenance
with sleepy eyes
mirroring my smile as once more
I brush back your hair and kiss your neck...

sweet dreams my love

and may my love
bring you

sweet dreams.
 Feb 2013 Refined in Flames
Arwen
As I sit here with my toes
buried in the sand,
I stare out at the vast ocean
that lies before me.
The reflection I see is
one of the person I now am.

The reflection that gazes back at me
is one whose eyes are filled
with emptiness and sorrow.
A reflection lacking
any sign of joy or happiness,
for the once present smile
has been erased like
chalk on a chalkboard,
replaced with a frown, instead.

This reflection seems as dark
as the water in the distance.
But, with the approaching sunset,
the rays of the sun
shine a different light,
making the water appear golden,
sparkling as if given a new life.
In this, I see a new reflection,
a second chance,
a real purpose and
meaning in this world.
It reminds me of how
precious life truly is -
to never take life for granted,
to never give up hope.

As the water before
me grows quieter,
with the setting of the sun,
my fears also diminish.
I recognize that the reflection,
now staring back at me,
is the person that
I need to become.
This reflection is my future
as it is meant,
and destined, to be.

Vicki A. Zinn
2009
~After many revisions, this poem is the seventh in my book, which I am currently working on~
Mama,
you hurt my heart.
Who are you?
You've gone away.

Mama,
I wanted to be just like you.
But not now.
Not these days.

Mama,
why are you drinking,
before my game,
before you work?

Mama,
why are you so selfish,
making everybody hurt.
I don't even know you these days.
You're not the same
with the games you play.

Mama,
I wanted to be strong like you.
But for now...

I'm just through.
She rummaged around in my soul,
as though looking for a pen in a handbag,
and i was left wondering
how words had such a power over my being.

Left drained and fulfilled
Life's intentions bloomed inside me
and at once i felt at home in a darkened room.

Do not panic,
please breathe deep,
I beg you to hold your tongue,
I too have words to speak,
   no one to listen,
       and little faith in Prophecy.
Our fling.
Our thing.
Why did it die?
How could you?
No.
How could I?

I promised myself.
I won't cry.
I can't anyways.
I don't know why.

I could never commit.
You know.
You won't let me forget.

Suddenly,
You're with her.
In an instant,
Emotions stir.

I want you back.
I see the mark she gave you,
On your neck.

In the end,
It was my own doing.
Still,
My disgust for her keeps brewing.
Sleep.
Ill meet
When I'm dead.

Sleep.
I'll greet
Lying warm in bed.

Sleep.
Complete,
My thoughts thick as led.

Sleep,
Meet,
Wild notions in my head.

Sleep.
Defeat,
Problems my brain has bred.
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