Sorry, Ron, I guess I'm "cliquish" :) and don't get to review very often. Valerie, here is how I would re-write this for more more impact(and a few corrections) beautiful poem, btw:
My love misses you
My lips crave kissing you
My eyes adore every part of you
My finger-tips trace your face, an alabaster cloud;
hanging there in space;
the distance between you and I
means nothing,
the love we shared
bridges all eternity.
My true love dances under a plaid blue sky.
My feet kick and run on yellow sun-flamed stone...
I summon my love out loud, like a trumpet from this creole place
before destiny's cruel eyes of doom
that suffocate our once-sacred room
As the tides rush in from the muddy floor of the Mississippi River
I'm really displeased that none of the cliquish regulars here have commented. I find your poem deeply charming in a down south Mississippi Delta sort of way. I wish others had as well.
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My love misses you
My lips crave kissing you
My eyes adore every part of you
My finger-tips trace your face, an alabaster cloud;
hanging there in space;
the distance between you and I
means nothing,
the love we shared
bridges all eternity.
My true love dances under a plaid blue sky.
My feet kick and run on yellow sun-flamed stone...
I summon my love out loud, like a trumpet from this creole place
before destiny's cruel eyes of doom
that suffocate our once-sacred room
As the tides rush in from the muddy floor of the Mississippi River
soon we'll be together
without regret
we'll blend,
like lavender,
blown together in a feral wind
Enchanted spirits from far above,
skimming sapphire waters,
always, I will be haunting you... my love.
Ron