The sudden flash of light startled my wandering mind
I was thinking of one vague day
When I tasted my first kiss
I couldn’t remember where and how it happened
But I knew those soft and trembling lips
Were yours and mine
Those clammy hands nervously touching my breasts
Wobbly knees moving clumsily
Those hushed timid whispers
Yes, they were yours and mine
It was a time when I couldn’t see myself anywhere
But in your eyes
Then without even knowing why
Apart, we drifted away…
Only to find ourselves face to face again
Weathered and wrinkled by time and space between us
Now that we’re here
Now that we’ve come this far
I must hold on and not fear
Yet I am never certain
There is nothing to hold on to except words
Expressions of love and affection
One or two tender moments together
Oh Lord, I’ve waited so long
Please don’t let me wait some more
Let him be my reality.
Sheri, your plea is from the heart. I hope this turned out to be reality for you my dear friend. Love leaves the heart so vulnerable. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Reviewed by E. Richardson (Reader)
Reviewed on February 25, 2011
A heartfelt plea, i hope your dreams will turn into the reality that your heart wishes for, Sheri.
Reviewed by Andrew Grover (Reader)
Reviewed on February 25, 2011
Dreams could turn to reality...beautiful offering, Sheri.
Yours,
AJ
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on February 9, 2011
Excellent writing sweet lady...stay safe and well..Hugss
Reviewed by M. Rafferty (Reader)
Reviewed on February 8, 2011
I pray he be your reality, Sheri. you deserve to be happy. everyone does. Beautifully written piece.
After such long separation can there be full renewal?
Your fine poem, Sheri, filled with hope and want
suggests all is possible.
John
Reviewed by C. Borris (Reader)
Reviewed on February 5, 2011
Hello, hello Sheri! I've been waiting for your next post my friend and here it is...compelling, deeply meaningful and never fails to touch my heart. Just keep doing what gives you joy and continue to be the good friend that you are...may all your dreams come true.
Sheri, they say you can't go back, but in your imagination, you already have. Now, if you want it, make it happen. Tell him. SHOW HIM !!! Fantastic write.
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Yours,
AJ
Matt
Love to you, big hug,
Chrissie
Your fine poem, Sheri, filled with hope and want
suggests all is possible.
John
Always Sister,
Cynths
GOD BLESS YOU
TONY
Love,
Tanya
fee
Regis
Good Luck. Thanks Dick
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Cheers,
Dan
within these precious and beautiful moments
Love's Embraceable Bounty
Vickie
Very well done!!
John