HER BELLY

A selection from The Sun Loves Every Planet

Do you remember the night

We walked through town

Starry night

Romantic

Dreamy night

Mystery whispering in our ears

As we walked past

Medieval buildings of stone

And chiseled faces of statues

Looking at us across centuries

I desperately wanted to touch you

To take you into my arms

As we neared the river

And walked across the bridge

But we couldn’t speak to each other

Not really

Not fully

So we gestured

And

Spoke broken phrases

But mostly

We walked in silence

If I could have spoken to you

I would have told you

That I wanted to feel your belly

Moving against mine

I would have told you

That I wanted to hear you

Call out in the night

In a language

I don’t understand

I would have told you

That I wanted to feel your hips

Speaking passions beyond words

Along the moonlit banks of the river

Where young lovers come together

To roll in the grass 

I wish I would have touched you

I wish we would have held each other

I think you knew this

As I watched you walk away

After we parted

On the other side of the river

That divides

So many things

Now that a year has passed

And I am back in my own country

I still think of that night

When I’m out walking

By the river where I live

I hear your heels clopping

Along the cobblestone

In the humid summer air

I see your silhouette

Standing by the fountain

As I look up at the stars

I wonder where you are

And as I watch the water flow by

I wonder if you think about that night too

My heart is happy

For the moment we shared

And yet

Sad at the same time

Because I know now

We will never have

That moment again

That night stays with me

No matter how hard I try

I can’t forget

The softness of your belly

The smell of your perfume

The desire in your eyes

 

I still find myself

Wanting to reach for you

To take you into my arms

And never let you go

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Well, you have certainly taken my mind to a Wonderland of yearnings and unspoken bliss...
This one is a keeper...(sigh)

There is no doubt, you know where to touch, to warm the woman's heart...swooning (all) your readers...

The mark of a great writer is to feel, and illuminate these emotions through words...
which you did, with fireworks... Truly romantic!~xoxo~:)

[angel]

This is quite wonderful. The images are stunning;I must say that I think I know exactly what you feel. Hold those feelings for they are precious. Like Simon and Garfunkel sang, "'preserve your memories; they're all that's left you".

[Alexa Apothic Red]

This is beautifully romantic and longing.. somewhat unrequited but at the same time what’s hanging between you two still remains, even though separated by geography. She certainly was the perfect muse and the quietness lacking the words you wished to speak and the movement to her body you couldn’t bring yourself to leaves the readers exactly where we should be-in our imaginations piecing together this puzzle and knowing exactly what you know-that these two should have been together and there was much more there than casual, polite exchanges.

[Don't just B, but B ama..]

Now that's Love !! Great piece thanks for sharing.

[Sami Khalil]

An amazing write. Keep it up, sir...:).......

[Anne Timmins]

I adore this write. How beautifully you have penned your feelings.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I could feel this these words arcing a across my body. You invested yourself heavily into this past dream/reality. I, too, have a similar experience with a women from Croatia.

[Jenney Clark]

Romantic. Tender. Nostalgic. You are a very sensitive poet. Beautiful and thank you for sharing

[Matching Socks]

Beautiful writing, leaving me with the feeling of being transported right into this very inspiring moment.