I long for my heart to be wrapped in your nest
Want it to start with me holding you as my chest
the summer breeze lowing your hair
spreading your seeds in your lair
Your beauty, your smile, your token of life
your brown hair draped down your body
only holding the mortal soul
worthy of your presence
not ugly, not old
just keep wrapping my heart into knots
just keep squeezing my love and passion for you
now walk away, go far away with someone else
leave me here to lick my wounds
I curl up into a ball, scared
shallow, meek and cruel
I start to writhe, shake and seize
I can't leave your seed to grow with me
Author notes
Lucille
A contest entry
- Poets With No Trophies # 1 by Harrisham Minhas.
420 points, ended June 19, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Thats a very sad write and depicts the longing of this person.
Thanks for your entry. Good luck in my contest.
Harrisham Minhas
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