Route 66. Poem by Steve Woodward

Route 66.



Such beautiful scars,
Forge the most perfect of smiles.
Ah but to be held in its comfort,
Were it not for the miles.

That the world keep us so far away,
Is surely but a test.
Should distance ever keep me,
From the beat inside your chest.

Were sorrow to ever infect us
I would kiss away those tears.
And tell you of my feeling,
Banish all your fears.

Per chance to feel your hand in mine,
I live for the disdain.
To tease with promise of your touch,
Or to lie against your frame.

And so that I were by you now,
Draw you out into the rain.
Kiss those lips so longingly,
But the distance, ah the pain.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: longing
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