Shadows retreating, uncovering houses

Wanderings always lead me back to something:

the big river with the clock on the other side,

a lonely bridge where I want to meet my lady

and kiss her until we both can’t stand, the sweet café

where we had lunch with your friends.

See, I’m already lost in your city

but it feels like home

to my cold body

and I wanted your hands upon me

to undo my armour and release the lonesome

creature in me, whose wings are so weak she can’t

yet fly. But I’m a little bit scared and not ready to again

utter the secret language of lovers, no matter how much Ovid

I’ve read. Latin is an art I’m losing; it’s fading like the

memory of her eyes and the days

I don’t regret. But I like to sing

other songs now, lose myself in rhythms

she never introduced me to, because I have a new

sunshine to face; I blush in the warmth of your

smile and breathe each day with new lungs.

Reviews

[Wesley D. Stein]

Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

[Sarah]

So inspirational - I would like to read your poetry all day. I would like to write more as well, but what is there to say? This is perfect!

[Lexi Nicole]

You are a fantastic poet. Lovely, lovely work. This had a sort of nostalgic feel to it almost. At least that's what I felt. Very beautiful. Amazingly penned.

[wolfshrew]

like reading a letter to a stranger, its a beautiful thing

[heavvur]

ah this is so beautiful. i enjoy this so much. i like that you're "showing" rather than "telling". :) great stuff.

[Patches I'm not so new..]

I too have felt that longing you speak so eloquently of.
this is such a jewel it sparkles yes that's the word--- sparkles

[E.H. Monroe]

thats right. Getting lost always takes ya to exactly where you gotta be.

Aint much more to say than that. Power in the lines

[Emily B]

oh, yes! that's the stuff :)

[Kelley]

This was amazing!!! I really like your writing style and the words you use.
This ones going in my fav's

Thanks for sharing.

Kelley