- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Coming Rains
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The way you looked at me
with that certain stare
feeling shy heat in my cheeks
flowers arranged in my hair.
Crowded rooms, alone in bed,
spread out on that beach blanket
your eyes were always there
feasting on the banquet.
And then they just . . . stopped
your looks given elsewhere
followed by your hands
I was left, lingering, bare.
Flowers crushed in the mud
as the storm came soaking
running down my face
love’s frail breath laid choking.
Loneliness took the reins
other beds and others’ eyes
squeezing water from rocks
halfhearted moans, then sighs.
Seasons are ever changing,
clutching seeds in my hands
wondering if I should dare
toss them in the shifting sands.
- COMMENTS
Piscatorover 3 years agoNice ending
"Seasons are ever changing,
clutching seeds in my hands
wondering if I should dare
toss them in the shifting sands. "
By all means go for it
Anonymousover 3 years ago"Love’s frail breath"
This was exquisite! Love and pain filled with such disappointment. Raw and real. Lovers angst, beautiful! It pains me I didn't write it.
29wordsforsnowover 3 years agoCould feel the disappointment, the underlying anger about the traveling eye and then even more. Very much liked the incorporation of flowers - and the open end? of seeds in the ground that might spring.
Thanks for sharing
