We are standing facing each other,
his darling features radiate from the darkness that surrounds us.
His bright eyes shine of passion and the sound of his voice caresses my ears like an expensive silk
In the fields of youth we are drowning in the sticky sweet nectar that is our love.
The marbled words and the soft touch of his rough fingers leave my skin tingling waiting for more.
I never want to wake up from this dreamily dream,
to feel the fiery burn of the knife pushing into my heart spilling furious fire that is my love.
In darkness dwelt the stinging tears and horrid gloom that would come from ashes of our youth.
Quickly my eyes focus back on his eminent beauty and the scent of his skin,
I wish to feel this magic for now and forever.
I had to write this poem today for my Writer's Craft class and then I was told to share it to all of you. The poem is supposed to be dedicated to someone that you care for. At this point I'm kind of a lone wolf right now so this poem isn't about anything or anyone in particular, I just went off certain feelings that I've experienced before and it could be something that could be dedicated to someone eventually. It actually took me a long time to write, (all poetry does really) I'm not good at it so I'm pretty much just trying my best over here. I don't claim to be a good poet or anything close to that, so please bear with me over the next month or so because a lot of my posts will be related to poetry in some way. So I hope you semi-enjoy this poem and there might be more to come!
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