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A poem - Short and Sweet

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

Comments

Jean-Luc Picard said…
Wondefully written; it's said with such feeling and intensity.
Ciera said…
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*
Jean-Luc Picard said…
We both know who that is!
Ciera said…
feigns innocence


I'll be stumbling with my words next, Daydreamer!
Ciera said…
Thanks MC.



Did any one else notice how Jean-Luc just kinda blew by Daydreamer's comment?! I wonder if it rendered him speechless!!!
Cliff said…
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?
Jean-Luc Picard said…
What's that, Cliff? You think I'm boycotting her? I think not!
Ciera said…
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
Jean-Luc Picard said…
Oops! Sorry for the mix-up.
Ciera said…
No need to apologize, Jean-Luc...it was a very telling comment! :)

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