Arms reach
Tendons stretch
Finger tips clutch
Inches away
Touching the hem of your garment
Plucking a thread
Pulling away from me
Shoving me into the distance
No purchase
No grasp
No hold
No touch
Your smile tantalises,
the tone of your voice entices.
Your sparkling eyes make promises,
you are not willing to keep.
Torture
Agony
Assault
Battering
Slapping my senses
Why is everything I long for
Out of reach?
Comments
Lou
raw emotions laid threadbare is how i rate this live wire write of yours...
I loved this...
I felt the strength of emotion, the need of something unfulfillable. My only criticism is, that I would not have used the contraction, [ you're ] I would have spelled it out as two words. [ You are ]. ~ Gee
Raj and Geezer
Thnk you
Lou
Hey Lou,
Superb writing here! Loved it all.
always, Cat
Cat
Cat,
Thank you so much.
Lou
windowshopping
there is freedom in deciet
a game of chance
for a prize thats rigged
always more alluring
then the easy moves
sometimes "what ifs"
taste better in thought
then the "sure thing"
great poem Lou
gritty and surreal!
Steven
thank you
Love the structure
Really well well written, very effective. Ending a poem with a question is tricky. Maybe you could have a look at the need for that.
As part of your body of work, you know what I think.
love it
jeezum, it never fails to amaze me how people know exactly what i feel on this site. no suggestions necessary on my part!
lol
thanks
lou