L. K. Thayer

Rookie (Fargo, North Dakota)

The Unfinished Line - Poem by L. K. Thayer

Melancholy sand in the sleep eye of dawn,
restless wanderings in my mind as I envision thee
lying across my pillow, a tussle of grey hair against
your arms crossed.

Star crossed lovers catching not but one glimpse
except what lies upon the page. My thoughts churn
up magical rendezvous of bread and wine, of me
in white frills being taken at full force under the elms.

When will the missing puzzle be complete
When will my heart skip
When will we meet at last under a starry moon
embrace the flames of love that only time

can extinguish.

I ache for your lips upon my neck, sending shivers down
my legs, I take your salty flesh, tasting waves of your pleasure.
One call, one syllable, one murmur of your existence

knowing you are flesh and blood,
meeting my flesh and blood,

surging pulses race

the unfinished line.

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Comments about The Unfinished Line by L. K. Thayer

  • Matt Mooney (5/7/2010 4:43:00 PM)

    Wonderful title.It's all woman.Your thoughts flow naturally and freely on to the page and take the shape of this beautiful and passionate poem.10.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 7, 2010

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