Perfect Picture

...when it's 'perfect'....

You have such small,

Gentle hands.

The softest of touch;

As you trace invisible lines

Across my temples

And relaxed brow.

 

You stare into me,

I’d left windows open

Secretly hoping

That you’d brave

My weak defenses

And seek me out.

 

Inside, you comfort me

More than the fire

I had waiting for you.

You incise my soul

Drawing no blood,

Caressing open nerve.

 

Your skill of navigation

Within me:

I sense that you have been

Here�"before.

Perhaps in a Time

When Dreams lived, flourished.

 

So petite in size�"

Yet my own passion

Enwraps you and

I feel and breathe

Your every selfless,

Deliberate move.

 

My eyes, weary

And guilty of your entrance.

They complied when

Words failed to shield

From an intruder

Of Need and Desire.

 

I shall keep you

Safe, here.

Should you peer out my chest

You will see

The palm of my hand,

Guarding you in.

So fitting you are.

I am intoxicated and

Delirious with the liquids

We are now sharing.

I feel our flesh grafting,

As it always belonged.

 

I close my eyes,

While you settle in

Your forever home.

I will sleep now, dream

That you someday may be,

More than a photograph.

Reviews

[S Sanders]

Love this poem! I think the lines that haunt me most are: stanza two, lines one and two (you stare into me; I'd left windows open) That is beautiful. Stanza four, the whole thing. Oh, and stanza three--you incise my soul, drawing no blood. Creatively and nicely put.

[Ladysue]

wow, this was very moving..beautifully sad...written very well...

[Justin Littlefield]

Wow. I seriously just got the goosebumps from this. This poem can be absorbed with so many different emotions. However one perceives this, there is no way to contort the essences of your design. GREAT

[Tommy]

And for me she is found in memory. The pain and longing that comes with the heart of the lonely. You have penned this emotion well.

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[Deviant Works]

Gosh... I cannot find words through my tears... This just broke my heart...

[Ashley Myers]

beautiful. such devotion and love

[Dinesh Sairam]

"I will sleep now, dream
That you someday may be,
More than a photograph."

Well, to say the truth, poems like these are the only kinds that still make believe that there's hope for modernism in poetry (Yes, I don't easily support free verse, and that wretched spoken word. I'm pretty much convinced that English poetry is on the track to doom. I've seen it all in my language).

I enjoyed this very much, especially the insistence in the last line. Keep writing.

[msharma]

Emotional feel lives up in the poem , nicely portrayed

[Rikkevi Rue]

intimacy such as this is an essence...distilled emotion and passion that with each distillation is yet purer and richer, like the purist gold or very dense element. I see that you are a master in the art of the alchemy of the heart

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Cool imagination...!!! Good Job..!!!