[poetry written after reading Leonard Cohen in the morning, sitting alone in bed … so blame him]
If I was not alone
This day would not seem so endless
Instead it would seem far too short
To fit in all that we could do
If I was not alone
We’d stay enclosed together
Warm covers comfortably concealing
Our bodies lying skin on skin
If I was not alone
There wouldn’t be this silence
It would be filled with hissing breath
And whispered words of wonder
If I was not alone
My mouth would not be empty
My hands would not be cold and still
The fire would be ignited
If I was not alone
The fire we stoked would smoulder
Even through the drifting day
While clocks hands spin the hours away
If I was not alone
I would not sit here writing words
I would move flesh on sizzling flesh
Instead of ink on paper
Zowie! This is poetry the way I would wish to write poetry! Holy Holy! Is all I can say
You have taken my breath away with the beauty of your words and the emotions trapped inside the words…
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Aw you are too too kind. Thank you
You don’t need to wish to write in any different way – you are already a wizard of weaving words, dear Merlin x
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Intriguing! I posted a link to this poem at “edge of frog” – http://edgeoffrog.wordpress.com/
Thank you
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