Twenty Six Miles
I sit bent before a screen
flickering with imagery 
that means less to me 
than a moment spent
by your side; 
our bodies bent
together, legs entwined
fingers crossed, yours between mine, 
eyes casting from screen to eye
to catch the spark reflected inside.
 
I try to remember why 
in seven days we spend five
twenty six miles apart, you and I.
Nine hours lost each day 
to work and freeway
when life lives nearby
on a couch, in a house,
where we make ourselves
right.

My spirit dies inside each day
to be restored by the way
your bag settles, your lips press
against mine, your dress
falls to the floor, and we fall 
together, alone, in our home, 
no twenty-six miles
between you and I. 

Comments:
 
WAN   WAN wrote
on 8/15/2009 1:26:49 AM
an enticing poem you've got here, a very sweet yet sad at thesame time. good job! 10/10.

Jan   Jan wrote
on 8/15/2009 12:46:45 AM
very sweet and beautifully written..nice!

Rinskinski   Rinskinski wrote
on 8/14/2009 2:41:10 AM
This is a touching poem. I can feel the rhythm well and your choice in words is perfect.

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A quick love poem.
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