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The GiftThe box lay between us Shining Beckoning Quietly waiting Pushed into place by your fingertips Ever so gently Softly A golden island in the middle Of a blue tablecloth sea Floating Mysterious. My hand reaches out slowly Trembling Touching Anxious but not wanting to be. You smile Encouraging Without speaking, yet saying Take it, please. I smile back in return Acknowledging Accepting A word aloud still not said Now, a silent yes. The box lays between us Opened Contents exposed It's purpose revealed to all In sight Beautiful Almost poetic A work of art. Your eyes tell me you understand And are happy Pleased. My eyes tell you of my feelings My joy My happiness That only this one gift of yours Could have brought. How long I have waited Wished Wanted The very thing, I hold in my hand. Finally After so much denial Refusing to give in I accept your gift Treasuring it Basking in the glory of my acceptance As it all melts away Tenderly Sweetly In the warmth of my mouth Exquisite pieces, of dark pleasure My GODIVA chocolates. PAT REEVES (c)7/13/02 (Originally written 3/26/01) Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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