Me And A Passionate Stranger - Poem by Christopher Holman
Oh how my heart longs for just a moment
Such beauty glistens with the gossamer intent to swoon
I dance on a balanced wing of radiant glory
Your arms are an unfamiliar brace of passion
I unbridle mine in secrecy, inescurity harbors my emotions.
A gust raises you with such diligance
Atop a treehouse you've shown me joy
and I dreamt I saw your face embracing mine
curse the fates who tempt me with false scornful images
While you helped me in the water
I trampled clumsily as you glided with ease
I sought your breath and was let down
by your damned, unforgiving truth
Your lips are roses that line a garden of perfection
trimmed by the omnipotence that taunts me with yearning.
Your soft figure gives shape to that which captivates me
An urge to hold with hands, ever so shaky as they may be.
A face that haunts my wildest fantasies
to hold in a field of wildflowers and taste life as it may be.
Perhaps to dot with kisses of romance would be too suggestive
so fantasize as you will, but my heart longs for you,
My muse, my beauty, my lingering forethought, my defiance to abrasiveness, and my fondest dream.
Wherever life may take me, no matter what fork crosses my path,
romance forever decides where I shall go, and it is my compass to find where my heart finds it's missing desire, the lady that haunts my dreams.
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