A breath of air in measured length,
Of width, extent, air, and space
which mark its way in a tide ink
and links of dots and drops of dew.
The clock ticks anew…
Ticks
And ticks,
…………..As time stops.
One minute passed and one week of life,
another eve of another night, and I cannot
help to wonder where, time has gone for me.
And there is no beat and no reply, from this
bard of red, black and white, this clock which
draws in paint the day and time that
yet remains for me.
The clock
strikes one,
And calls.
One hour lost in a year of life with
another cake and another light, yet still
I cannot see what lies ahead of me, but her.
And I turn to see a ray of light, a cascade
Of points drawn not quite, but between
Her eyes and lashes’ tips; as a single strand
and her irises, wed as one.
It has begun again...
I step beside her silver dress, which gentle
folds but confess of a beauty bound to
flesh and time, and eyes…and lines
among which I trace my hand.
And on I dance along her scarlet nails,
from which I sail to those palms of gold;
as I hold her hand to my own.
And on I place my knees to hers, as our
thighs combine a one. But she has not a breath
in my time left, and I,
I must go on.
She yields to me as we caress, my simple
cloth and her turquoise dress. How can I
pass this time with her? I cannot.
As The clock
Strikes noon,
And I return.
Author notes
Written for a special someone, maybe its you
and her name is:
Enjoy
What do you think?
Comments
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simply amazing
I love your poetry XD it's so pertyful...don't you ever deny it.
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amazing
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beautiful, as always.
you never cease! (not that i would want you to) i adore this piece, so moving. the power of it is the true emotions behind it, in unison with your sweetly-chosen words.
"And I turn to see a ray of light, a cascade
Of points drawn not quite, but between
Her eyes and lashes’ tips; as a single strand
and her irises, wed as one."
that kind of stunning imagery should be illegal.
fantastic work, dear. you definitely have the poet's heart.
i imagine you whispering this to a loved one....ah, well, tis only a thought.
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lovely piece, i like the eiffel tower background, city of love u know why is her dress silver in one stanza and turquoise in another though??
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its represents a change in time and place
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heartfelt and romantic. a very passionate bit of writing. worthy no doubt of the love it pays tribute to.
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ok well the first line has an error to start with, and thats not a good way to start out. It should be 'breath' not 'breathe'.
SO at first i didnt really like it i thought the first stanza was a but confusing and mostly random words put together. But as i kept reading i started getting into it and i actually did like it.
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My apologies I hope it did change when you finished the poem. Thank you for the note
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this is sooo sweet if i understood the context right. I wonder who that special lady is. 
lol she is a lucky gal. very well written. there is obviously thought behind it. one tinsy little thing. in the very beginning it says "breathe" shouldnt it be "breath" ? thats all otherwise, its a masterpeice. 
~Jess~
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