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
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
....very good....
jean-luc, you stumbled on your words. *giggle*
I'll be stumbling with my words next, Daydreamer!
Did any one else notice how Jean-Luc just kinda blew by Daydreamer's comment?! I wonder if it rendered him speechless!!!
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