by Britt Zimmerman
I want to take that part of me
that burns inside when your not around
and I want to place it
in the pools of your kisses,
the palms of my hands.
Touch it to my lips
and drink from it.
Let it cool my throat
slide down my chest
and rest inside my belly
I want to sleep with it
Pillow it to my body
and feel it breathe
I would pretend it was you
and then we would never be apart really
and on my sad days
I would cry on its shoulder
wishing hard with eyes closed tight
that when the tears have dried
and my eyes are no longer clouded
I would see you
Posted on 08/03/2003
Copyright © 2023 Britt Zimmerman
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Rommel Cruz on 08/04/03 at 06:06 AM|
was this for me? hahaha. j/k. such a sweet devotion
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/04/03 at 04:12 PM|
second visit to your library..and still sizzling!
|Posted by LK Barrett on 05/17/12 at 12:05 PM|
I want to put this poem in a bowl with chocolate syrup and eat it with a crystallized ginger spoon, if such a thing exists. "Eat poetry!"