Lady
How I’ve missed you
With your hands around me
And the smell of your perfume
It’s been so long
Since I’ve seen your face
Since your heartbreak
Recovered
We don’t have to talk
Right now
But one day
I’d like to know how
You managed to leave
With your head
And your heart
All in one piece
As the day turns in to rest,
A reflection on the day.
We took control,
We made amends,
And said as much as we could say.
Now the night creeps up on us –
Silence seeping in.
A deep breath,
A restful mind,
A sense of peace emerges within.
I was born to be a poet.
All these thoughts inside my head
Come to me in metaphors and
Used to go unsaid.
Until I found my poetry
And look what it’s become –
A flowing sense of inspiration
For years on end to come.
And though I have my struggles
And battles like the rest,
Poetry is always there
To make me feel my best.
I was born to be a poet.
It comes so naturally
And now I know my purpose
Of whom I’m meant to be.
Honey on the lips.
Magic on the tongue.
A fierce look upon the face.
The night has just begun.
Entering the building
Like walking on a cloud.
A glimpse in the mirror
While moving through the crowd.
A sip from the glass.
A whisper in the ear.
Chills run down the spine
The legs hit the chandelier.
Honey on the lips.
Magic on the tongue.
Mirror to the soul.
A whirlwind through a field of flowers.
A glimpse of sun during a storm.
A cold shower after a night out.
A first warm day in spring.
A delicious cup of coffee.
A sunset on a beach.
A breath of fresh air.
A lunar eclipse.
A goddess.
A poem.
