His waxy smooth hand
Warm beneath my own
With life-blood flowing through
Blood from the place we all come from
I feel my origin in his blood-flow
My heartbeat is an echo of his
When he looks into my eyes
I see a challenge
'Are you sure? '
I gaze into his eyes
They are wells of inky blackness
Seeming to lead right back to my own soul
They reflect my doubts
And my fears
But most of all my love
Because we are one in this world
If only everyone could see what we see
But it doesn't matter
Because tonight is for us
His midnight black hand closes around my moon-pale white one
And we smile because we know the truth
This poem is breathtaking.10+ Whenever you have the time please read one of mine.
nice piece i loved it. 'i gaze into your eyes they are wells of inky balckness seeming to lead right back to my own soul' wow i loved that
Hmmm, well, well, well, where should.... i begin oh i know! I LOVED IT that was amazing you used descriptive words that panted a picture of pure beauty I will always read your stuff you are most wunderfull at wrighting. 9.5
very nice write. I like the way you expressed the inner thoughts
It is fairly beautiful, I have to admit that much. I love reading other poems other then my own, gives you a new view on things then just reading your own words all the time. I like your poems alot..keep up the good work! and let me know if you post anymore...you have me hooked like a fish!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi katie, I just commented and rated your poem. It is very good for your first post. Keep writing and your gift will grow. Please let me know when you post more poems so that I can add my comments and rating. Please let me knwo what you think about my three poems and do add you comments and rating. Like you I am fairly new but lets keep in touch and I will help you learn the your way around. Blessings