by Angela Thomas

Let's run away. Let's go somewhere where we can lay in bed
together and you can run your hand over mine. My hand with
a precious ring that I'll never take off binding me to your soul
forever. Let's leave the confines of distance and time behind

and let's go somewhere quiet and serene. Somewhere where
white linen curtains flap in a salty breeze. Let's elope on a tuesday
and not come back until the berries are ripe instead of frozen.
Let's find out what it means to take a plunge and dive deep

into the uncertain, one hesitant stroke at a time. Let's learn how
to love all over again. We'll trace each other's bodies like we're
making an official map and then we'll trade that map in for something
more substantial, something a lot like love. Let's hide ourselves,

just for a moment, while we soak in a sugared solution filled
with stolen seconds and hidden glances, in a marriage's dream.


Posted on 12/02/2005
Copyright © 2023 Angela Thomas

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/02/05 at 02:06 AM

Oh, there is a rare beauty in this piece, Angela. Added to my favorites. So very well penned! Thanks.

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