Sometimes, when I'm alone, I put your photograph up on the screen. I gently stroke your hair with the cursor as if it were my own hand. I run my middle finger softly across your forehead and sweep the hair from out of your eyes.
You almost appear to smile, a playful yet vulnerable smile. I run my finger around your ear, gently placing your hair behind it. You seem to slowly tilt your head towards my hand in a childlike pose. I find myself twisting your hair around my finger, making small ringlets that seem to sway in the breeze.
I run the back of my index finger across your soft cheek and wipe away that single tear. Again your head tilts towards me. I place my finger to your lips and you kiss it so softly that I barely notice it. The back of my hand gently brushes down your neck. You throw your head back and abandon yourself to me.
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
I know it's not strictly a poem, more like a bit of creative writing but I thought I would post it for anyone to perhaps enjoy.
A beautiful love story, so tenderly depicted, so nicely rendered. Your coming to this site brought fresh feelings and associations. Very kind of you, indeed. Thank you.
niah9Auckland, New ZealandDec 18, 2010
Sad sensitive write...but well written....lovely..Niah
afreshstart48OPHull, East Riding of Yorkshire, England UKDec 18, 2010
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