"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Your Kiss


I seek your kiss.
Lips that tell
me you are
not a dream.
I no longer
have to run
to my pillow
praying when
I close my eyes
you will appear.

I feel your breath
upon my cheek,
the warmth of
your skin,
my body speaking
 a vocabulary
I didn’t know I possessed.

Your voice touches
the strings of my heart
playing a love song
that will not end
when the sun
stirs me from my sleep.

I touch your skin
knowing you are real.
Today I embrace the morning.
I can dream with my eyes open.


©Susie Clevenger 2010

3 comments :

Dewey Dirks said...

Beautiful words

David McDonald said...

I write from the experiences of man's worst - War, i find rare moments of peace when i read your work. Thank you

Borris said...

A cross between romantic and erotic...Great work, loved it :)

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