I remember .....
when a woman cups her breast not in passion
she uses a softness,
a lightness that is alien to me.
It fills me with wonder,
and the bitter sweet heartache of a need to protect her
from all hurt.
I remember .....
once, in the end days of a love dying
the woman did this.
And the bitter sweet heartache became unbearable
when I realised, I was the cause of much of her pain.
The conflict within me was so intense,
I thought I might go mad.
I remember .....
I remember strange things.
A contest entry
- Anything Goes by Beating.
450 points, ended December 14, 2007, 60 entries
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Comments
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That first stanza is just so beautiful! Just feeling the need to protect someone, that is just really sweet. I like the love in your describtion, yet the feel of wanting to question things. Very well written, I really like it!
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thank you for your encouragement Snow White Queen. I started writing 3 months ago, this is my first (after about 6 revisions). A remembered revelation from so very long ago. And a new revelation to accompany it ... I have opened my heart to very few people in my life and once opened I never really ever close it to them.
This has come as quite a surprise.
Again, thank you for taking the time to comment and encourage, it is truly appreciated.
Kevin
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