End of the night.
Darkness.
The pitter patter of a pair of feet.
Noise.
The need for an excuse of silence.
Stop.
A tree, not much, yet, interesting.
Investigate.
Brown, bumpy, obviously wooden and yet
Comfortable.
Closer we move, a kiss, and then another.
Love.
The reason the tree was interesting.
Warmth.
Her skin was to my cold hands.
Soft.
Her lips were to my neck.
Safe.
The way I make her feel in my arms.
Goodbye.
The word I hate to say.
Trees.
Everyone needs one.
Author notes
This poem was written by my fiance. It's about a night that we didn't want to end.
A contest entry
- Pumpkin Pie by GypsyEyes.
400 points, ended December 22, 2008, 38 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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awww this is different and rally sweet
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i like all the imagery you put in this one! i also enjoyed the tree reference! does anybody ever really want it to end? thank you so much for entering my contest and i wish you the best of luck! ~CarnalNineTailedFox
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