you love me #poem

you love me

like dolphins love to swim in warm and shallow waters

luscious humid silhouettes of the aquatic world

your fingers touch the texture of my silky skin

like priests in darkness the new testament

solemnly touch

 

you love me

says the royal palm tree in the garden

which every morning waves to me

i lost my golden earrings and i found them

among the crushed carnations spread on our bed

the night in which Mendoza wine fermented our destinies

into its scent

 

you know

i’ve never understood why you love me

the Howard Miller mahogany grandfather’s clock has stopped

somewhere it’s winter on the mappemonde

lost paradises hide in stones of silver bracelets

why did you come?

and if you came

why did you leave?

 

@short-prose-fiction

 

63 thoughts on “you love me #poem

    1. Thank you so much for reading and commenting, Paula! I highly appreciate that. Sometimes endings are painful. Or so I think… 🙂
      Enjoy your day!

       
    1. Thank you, Eric! I am so happy to hear from you (recluse as you are… )
      Wait, do Englishmen act on impulses? 🙂 🙂 🙂

       
      1. That explains everything 🙂
        Take care Eric! It was really good to hear from you!

         
    1. Thank you so much, my dear Daniela! Your appreciations fills my heart with joy.
      Have a fabulous evening!

       
  1. “if you came, why did you leave?”

    I remember when I used to write love poems. They used to just pour out of me. My webmaster pointed out, that where ever I posted my material, my poetry always attracted, well–women. Though I don’t write poetry like I used to. I was told I was a better storyteller than a poet, or at least that’s what my professors told me. They may or may not have been right–however, when you write from the heart, you just can’t fake a love poem. It seems to be a common sadness, of sorts that we all have experience loss at one time or another and that is what touches our hearts.

    Even in the distance I can feel you pull away
    as the warmth is fading from my arms.
    And yet I am embraced by this tender despair–I love you still.
    Powerfully. Passionately. Painfully.
    The things you say. The things you do. The way you move.
    Thus it is only in my heart where time stands still
    and I am left to ponder how long it will be
    until you miss me

    that one still makes me sick to my stomach.

    You write from the heart, and so you write well.

     
    1. Dear Charles,

      Thank you so much for sharing one of your love poems with me. It is beautiful. It’s coming from your heart. I can feel it.

      Thank you also for telling me I write well, and for sharing a piece of your story with me.

      Again, your poem is filled with passion. It’s gorgeous! I am grateful you shared it.

      Have a pleasant rest of the day!
      *

      I apologize for any typos. I am writing from my IPhone 😊

       
    1. Thank you so much for your kind words, my dear Megha. I am really glad you liked it.
      As for the ending..
      Have a fabulous evening, and thank you again!

       

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