Air and Thought

January 31st, 2002 | Sabertooth

[Sabertooth]

Air and Thought

All day I dreamed I'd rather be someplace
The air is still and quiet. Some tranquil scene,
Some peaceful seat, where I might savor grace--
How likely that my heart would be serene?

I'd know her laughing footfalls coming there
And I would feel her shadow's cool caress,
Then I would smell the darkness of her hair.
Ahh… Now I hear the rustle of her dress…

She sits, and with each breath, each word, I take
In from her lips, I share her air and thought.
My eyes sip sunlight splashing her, and slake,
For now, a thirst in me… unquenched… unsought.

Intentions blush; our timid joys are met.
Though I am touched, shall I touch her? Not yet.

[2Trievers]

Thanks ST. Very sweet. Appears that you're just building up for the "Big One" ... and many more.

[Sungirl]

This is a poem about a stalker.

[Sabertooth]

This is a poem about a stalker.

Hahah!

I'm a large predatory cat... what do you expect?

[DKNY]

Another incredibly wonderful poem... thank you for sharing it.

[Alabama_Wild_Man]

whew 11 .......too deep for this ol' country boy.

[MeekOneGOP]

whew !! .......too deep for this ol' country boy.

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LOL! I understand. See my post #14. . .

[Minuteman23]

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