My lips are dry
My heart aches
My soul is parched
My skin flakes
My body is arched
My pen shakes
How long will I have to wait?
For you to manifest
From my thoughts to reality
Till I get blessed
with your appearance.
What do I do with my sensuality
Its of no use, theres no coherence
between beauty and the image
Without you
I am the bark without the sap
A mirror without a reflection
A child without a lap
A voice without inflection
A beauty that could be
But without light you cannot see
Since You
My Light
Is not to be found
Lovely piece filled with an intense longing... holy or perhaps a sacramental calling- romance...truly beautiful! ! Blessings ~ Debora
T. O....IN SOME WAY, YOU HAVE CREATED A LIMBO STATE OF MIND OR SOUL..... OR PERHAPS A ROMANCE GONE AWRY, I GUESS.... TELL YOU WHAT THOUGH, MYSTIQUE IS A VIRTUE OF POETIC MASTERY, SO EITHER WAY I MUST SAY....JOB WELL DONE, AS PER USUAL, YOUNG LADY'''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
A beautiful write....love the way this flows......as for your senuality if nothing else it works very well in discriptive words of poetry.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet write TO. Lovely read and so well constructed. Love Ernestine XXX