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The Mist of Life

Poetry By: JJs Pen House
Poetry



A love struck guy reminisces over losing the woman he loves only to find she's lying next to him.


Submitted:Jun 11, 2013    Reads: 16    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


I open my eyes, darkness abounds.
Solitude, a calming breeze, and the sounds
of a gentle flurry as it descends from the sky.
I lay quietly in bed, I cannot deny
the way I feel, the love I know.
My heart races and tells me so.
The midnight oil flames are spent.
The vanilla candelabra has lost it's scent
or was that her that smelled that way?
Was it all just a dream? I'm lost this day.
The allusion of mist dances in the air.
Intimations of love are everywhere
or so it seemed as I recall that night
as she lay in my arms under the moonlight.
I tasted her lips, I held her close.
I caught her breath, just one dose
or one more kiss.
Just one more night. I wouldn't miss
the chance to do it all again,
to test the tides of just "being friends"
On this morn, frost litters the window sill.
Once stormy thoughts now are still.
What remains are only crumbs of desire.
A moment of peace has quenched the fire.
All is calm. I close my eyes.
I snuggle up and to my surprise,
this beautiful woman lay next to me.
Her lips on mine, how did I not see
that the love we had - never died?
The flames of desire well up inside.
The wintry blasts aren't so chilly this morn.
This beautiful woman will keep me warm.





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