Dark Poetry From A Twisted Mind
Sore Feet Daydream
A hard day at work:
Sore feet,
Tired back,
Achy neck.
I fill a tub
Of hot water.
Ahhhh!
The soothing power
Of a little
Hydrogen dioxide.
I close my eyes
And think of you,
My love of eight
Wonderful years.
How you
Take care of me,
The way you kiss,
Your sweet embrace.
I imagine
A beautiful bedroom:
Pink floral sheets,
And bright-colored flowers
In vases
On glass tables,
Dressers,
And the nightstands.
I imagine
Your soft tongue
Making love to my ear.
Your crystal eyes ~
So transparent
Are your dreams,
Wishes,
Goals,
& fantasies.
You're not
What I expected
So long ago ~
But so much more
Than I ever
Could have hoped for.
I imagine reaching
For your long, brown curls ~
And stroking them.
Holding them
Loosely
In my hands.
Looking deeply
Into those eyes,
As we move closer,
Ever closer…
And kiss
As ancient lovers did
Many centuries ago.
Your precious lips,
The magnetic
Quality
Of our kisses.
Your brilliant mind,
Full of great ideas
& ideals…
The things
We talk about.
I can almost
Feel your hand
In mine,
And then…
Like a balloon
That pops!
From the heat,
I realize I'm alone…
Waiting for you
To open the door
And come to the place
We call home.
Copyright 2004, 2018
by Insomnia
Sore feet,
Tired back,
Achy neck.
I fill a tub
Of hot water.
Ahhhh!
The soothing power
Of a little
Hydrogen dioxide.
I close my eyes
And think of you,
My love of eight
Wonderful years.
How you
Take care of me,
The way you kiss,
Your sweet embrace.
I imagine
A beautiful bedroom:
Pink floral sheets,
And bright-colored flowers
In vases
On glass tables,
Dressers,
And the nightstands.
I imagine
Your soft tongue
Making love to my ear.
Your crystal eyes ~
So transparent
Are your dreams,
Wishes,
Goals,
& fantasies.
You're not
What I expected
So long ago ~
But so much more
Than I ever
Could have hoped for.
I imagine reaching
For your long, brown curls ~
And stroking them.
Holding them
Loosely
In my hands.
Looking deeply
Into those eyes,
As we move closer,
Ever closer…
And kiss
As ancient lovers did
Many centuries ago.
Your precious lips,
The magnetic
Quality
Of our kisses.
Your brilliant mind,
Full of great ideas
& ideals…
The things
We talk about.
I can almost
Feel your hand
In mine,
And then…
Like a balloon
That pops!
From the heat,
I realize I'm alone…
Waiting for you
To open the door
And come to the place
We call home.
Copyright 2004, 2018
by Insomnia
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Sore Feet Daydream
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