I crave your eyes, your laughter, your touch
I crave the smile of your eyes
the warmth of your breath
the scent of your eyelids
and the kindness of your touch.
I crave the opening of your lips
the agreement between your smile and your tears
I crave, I crave the voice in your laughter
the melodies of your finger tips
and the dialect of your eyes.
I crave your eyes, your laughter, and your touch
without it, I am the sound of an empty journey
without it, i am the missing petals of spring gardens,
without it, i am the tears of winter clouds,
without it, i am a woman without her skin.
A nice poem written from the recesses of the heart. Keep it up and thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
poem has a smooth flow, and good choice of words, simple to read and understand, which i really like..... nice concept, well written...
What else is it, that you know are.. when the petals spread.. and those thorns are all around...iip
a delightful, evocative piece of work. I think the images you share are vibrant and flow like a river
Its a lovely piece. Each word expressing the helplessness of loving and wanting the loved one close to you. Great writing. With best wishes....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love some of the lines in here, dialect of your eyes, tears of winter clouds, woman without her skin, very nicely done. the structure is quite traditional too, nice poem and keep writing =)