MAY and DECEMBER
I waited for your call.
It never came,
It was 2:00 A.M.
No doorbell rang.
My heart began to sink again.
Every time you walked through the door
and I saw you standing there
I thought my soul would never bear
the ecstasy
When you ran your fingers through my hair
the softness of your touch spoke fire
and your caresses whispered love
nothing lasts forever,
you are May
I am December.
Will you dance with me
One more time.
I want to remember.
Comments
phrasing
Love your
"you are may
I am december..
memories and actions
and sometimes the lack
thereof of it
burns brighter
I am tying new themes. My
I am tying new themes. My poems are also getting shorter.
Thnks, my friend.