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I Don't Have Faith

Poetry By: Ripples
Poetry



Can Love really conquer all when there is fiction between you. When we see but don't want to see, afraid to see. Do we really love if we Don't Have Faith


Submitted:Feb 22, 2012    Reads: 17    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   


I don't have faith in his face………

His dark skin rich like good chocolate and innocent brown eyes

void to the worse of this world. The roundness of

his handsome features with that wink of a dimple in his left cheek

that comes to life when he smiles at me.

I don't have faith in his words………

His thick luxuriant voice speaks words that send shivers down my spine.

Words of love and respect, understanding and reasons but they're full of

undertones that I can't decipher.

I don't have faith in his smell………

Spicy and sweet with a hint of musk that awaken memories of sweet

kisses and warm caress, of pledges sacred and holy, of enduring peace.

And things done in the dark.

I don't have faith in his touch……….

He reaches out to touch my face. The common touch of his rough hand, full

of ageless sentiments, lingers. Stroking softly before sliding slowly

down my neck to cup the back of my head in a familiar sensual caress

that my body knows all too well.

I don't have faith in his taste………

Sweet and warm and delectable like a warm caramel apple and just as

deceitful in his rich textured lips and tepid goodness

that makes me want more.

I don't have faith in my emotions………

In his embrace I'm home, where my journey ends.

The only place I've ever wanted to be.

My feelings so strong, my phantoms know

I'm no long the master of my emotions.

In him I'm revealed, nothing hidden, opened like a flower to his sun.

He holds me body mind and spirit, heart and soul.

It's no wonder my body reacts to what my heart

believes instead of what my mind knows to be true.

I don't have faith in the story of us………

In the space between us, there is fiction. He tell stories with his face,

his smile, his eyes, his words, his smell, his touch, his taste

and with his body next to mine. He lies hoping I'll

believe but someone stole his heart from me, took it

away so easily or did he give it away?

I don't have faith that I can ever leave……..

I know I can't keep him nor can I possess him,

Thought I could keep him forever. I give him love

what a high price I had to pay when you don't have Faith

So, sometimes a lie is the best thing when you don't have Faith.

I just hope I still have a place in his heart,

but like I said ,I don't have Faith.





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