Bind 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. 12/01/2005 Posted on 12/02/2005 Copyright © 2024 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. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)