A kiss worth waiting for
Her lips like petals from a fragrant rose.
Whether we have come together
Rightly, or wrongly,
We are here,
She in her world, I in mine,
Together
At night when slumber calls,
I lose myself,
We have constructed a world
Independent of kith or kin.
Our world is as unlimited,
As our thoughts can carry us,
Infinity stretches beyond our desires,
We have boundless possibilities,
To let our passions grow.
I have deep, deep feelings for her,
Some would call that love,
I’ll not argue the fine points.
Across arid mountainous swells and the low, moist grasslands, I'm sure your message is well received. Lips waiting to be kissed, then softly bitten are waiting for you in her world I'm sure. Your words create this image.
A realistic pondering of validity in love. Infatuation? Enigma? Pacification for sanity's sake? Perhaps any of the above, but for the reader, a choice for his or her own self identity. Challenging thoughts, Jerry.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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Ron
She in her world, I in mine,
Together'
Beautiful poem Jerry... xox :-)
Love ya!
Jane