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4/15/2014

by Steve Michaels

Rainy weather brings
my mind to focus
on the scintillating
sweetness of the top
of your head when
I hold you close
inhaling the moment
unwrapping the present
of hearts drumming
out rhythm of shared
acquiescence to our deepening
ocean of love
unfolding

it's corny, it's cliche
but it happens each
day - I fall for
your eyes, and widening
surprise that we're still
here

I'd run away with you
leave the world behind
devouring each moment
on the path we find

if only you'd take my hand
hold tight
and squeeze each time
you breathe.


04/15/2015

Posted on 04/15/2015
Copyright © 2024 Steve Michaels

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jim Benz on 04/15/15 at 06:06 PM

I'd criticize the long, run-on sentence (and all of its prepositions) of the first stanza, but its inherent breathlessness seems so apt. Corny? Sure, but its kind of sweet. Who's the luck gal?

Posted by Jim Benz on 04/15/15 at 06:07 PM

um, I meant to write "lucky."

Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 04/25/15 at 06:31 AM

I concur with Jim on all counts, but for the fact that I don't think the first stanza's a run on sentence, so much as it deserves a little more breathing room and maybe taking out words like "my" or "on." Having been there going on two years, this made me smile all the same.

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