Waiting

A Poem by Deandra Dawn

Waiting

The desire of my spirit

beckons your touch,

your kiss,

Lips parting from

pure madness,

diluting the

intoxication of lust

yet not withholding

the intense pain

of goodbye.

A sorrowful parting

due to time and

distance.

A respectful existence

pursuant of a reality

based on

wanting,

needing,

trusting

the feverish articulation

of a lost moment in

a peaceful sleep,

nestled in strong arms

while bearing the burden of

loneliness

and I wait...

I wait for our

tomorrow

and the passing of each

yesterday

© 2014 Deandra Dawn

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Hi	An intense examination of contrast, want and escape. Thanks. Posted 7 Years Ago An intense examination of contrast, want and escape. Thanks. Rating /100

Donald Meikle

Ah the maddening reach for just out of touch patience

Posted 9 Years Ago

Bill O. Writes

Great write! The pain was conveyed well.

Posted 9 Years Ago

ANM

We spend to much time wishing our lives away! Imagination allows the reader to see beyond the end and enjoy what comes when the waiting is no longer Very well written!

Posted 10 Years Ago

MoriartyMesa

Why does less the 57 come to mind? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHigkvUpVqY

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on February 4, 2014
Last Updated on February 4, 2014

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Orlando, FL

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My name is Deandra Dawn and I have been writing for as long as I can remember. I also go by the name, Ravishing Raven, and I am currently reworking my website. What else is there to know when there .. more..