Tara Nugent (24/01/70 / Belfast)
Poems of Tara Nugent
|3.||Has time run out....||10/24/2009|
|7.||The Illusion of Progress||5/29/2010|
|8.||Time is of the essence.||10/10/2009|
Lying in your arms at night,
Watching your strong and broad chest rise and fall,
My mind strays to that fateful night when your smile had me ensnared,
An honest smile it was stretching all the way to your eyes.
I was not looking to meet you,
Nor looking to meet another,
But the pull of that smile combined with the remarkable strength of you,
Had me pulled towards you like the tide to the shore.