I was taking your image with me
from the beginning, so long.....
difficult to talk about you
I know you so douce
some ghosts appeared
said their names
but I did not believe
I heard only a slow death
for not being from you
and died in each satisfaction
and died in every word I knew it was not from you
I mistook the game
I spoke of love
and again was just ghosts
because your sweet slow death was over me
over and over
now my ghost love
that i tasted the cold reality
that comes from your stone
i am falling down
and touching your bare neck
again
I want to be your neck-kissing lover; but alas it's not going to happen. We are too far apart and there are just too many barriers separating us like the narrows in a seastruck ocean. The poem here is more than just good; it is miraculous; and look for one I'm going to write especially for you: coming soon....
a good poem well written. I am falling down and touching your bare neck again.
Yes, passionate and of course heart-warming! Don't fly away.Waiting for your next write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW! Thanks Poet for your beautiful comment! ! ! ! !