vaguely...

an impulsive description of my... what is he again??

I feel him

under my skin.

Like an orgasm you feel with your face,

tingling lips…

So strong, reaching out

but like a blurred photo

or a trip to the beach

with stars in your eyes

from the warm summer sun.

 

He is barely there,

like a memory you struggle to keep,

like a childhood dream…

So vividly there

but with your heart,

you feel it,

not with your skin.

 

He seems to come form inside me,

not a person I see.

He is me

in a sense, in a way.

 

It makes no sense

but he is the one.

I saw him in you

and I knew

that you were him,

that you were me

That we are, we…

Reviews

[Ross Saunders]

Interesting poem you've got here. I like the ideas and images you use here, they give off the vague sense you seem to be going for perfectly. Well done.