Figment
by: Myself
Like a phantom you walk the corridors of my heart and mind
Your kisses steal my breath
Your touch brings a trembling
My heart longs for your presence
My ears long for the brush of your lips whispering your love
My skin longs for the caress of your hands
As a flower longs for the summer rain to wash over it
Yet when I open my eyes, you are no longer there
And I wonder if you are real, or a figment of my imagination
13 comments:
Wondefully written; it's said with such feeling and intensity.
What can I say, Jean-Luc...I have a friend who brings it out in me...
*blush*
....very good....
jean-luc, you stumbled on your words. *giggle*
We both know who that is!
feigns innocence
I'll be stumbling with my words next, Daydreamer!
Very beautiful!
Thanks MC.
Did any one else notice how Jean-Luc just kinda blew by Daydreamer's comment?! I wonder if it rendered him speechless!!!
Actually, I think Jean-Luc is boycotting her. You know, I've boycotted Proctor and Gamble before, and I've boycotted Hell thanks to DeGarmo and Key, but I've never boycotted a person. I wonder what that would be like?
No matter how awkwardly I pronounce the words you've written here, I just can't get it to rhyme or syncopate.
???
Aside from that, nice poem.
What's that, Cliff? You think I'm boycotting her? I think not!
Jean-Luc - I think Cliff meant not replying to Daydreamer's comment that you'd dropped your words, not me. And it comes from the fact that I just asked Cliff if he was boycotting my blog because he hasn't been here in ages.
Fluke - Ha! Show me where it says that poems have to rhyme all the time! :P And I have no idea what syncopate means.
Cliff - you're something else
Oops! Sorry for the mix-up.
No need to apologize, Jean-Luc...it was a very telling comment! :)
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