My Bleeding Heart Always Opened For You

 

It is in the creeping, quiet moments

I love you most.

When my heart is silent, when the gentle tug

Of your essence envelops me

And all the waste and anger falls away.

I can see you clearly in my solitude,

All I need to see,

The beacon of light buried so deep within,

That spark I saw in your eyes when we’re alone,

When you were happy…completely happy,

Your worries faded into the background as

You escaped into me, into my warmth.

 

My bleeding heart always opened for you.

 

I mark each day of our separation with tears -

Tears of joy and pain intermingle until

I know not why I’m crying, for this love,

Our love,

Is one others long for in their most silent dreams.

To share such a connection -

Oh, greatest blessing and most cursed curse!

You may be gone from me now,

I may have severed with too swift a blow,

But this heart, it still beats for you,

These lips still tingle with your kisses,

And my Soul,

 

My Soul fondles your memory and holds your place.

 

Dena L Moore

July 8, 2008

Reviews

[Orlando Murcia]

Great poem Dena, I can tell you have been writing for a while because of your creativity
I really enjoyed reading this piece.
Great work!
And by the way Welcome to the Cafe

Orlando M