Good Evening, my darling stranger.
Stranger,
Who knows me better than them all.
Better than even she
Who lives behind these walls.
What company do you keep tonight?
Are your arms empty and still?
Or, perhaps, you've come to hold me
To that softly striking chest--
To envelop me against my will.
Sweetheart, your hands are cold.
But I don't mind when you share
All that the world has to offer me
So tenderly in my ear.
You never stay long, but always love to linger.
Like cigarette smoke, I breathe you in and sigh...
Rooms echo your presence after you've gone,
Because you purposely leave your jacket behind.
Dearest, it's a relief when you finally disappear.
You're a yawning grave, so dreary and open,
That those nights, weeks, and mornings you visit
I quickly tire of your devotion.
And yet, my love, I let you come around.
Again, and again, and again...
Simply because there is no one else to greet
Upon the threshold of my solitary mind,
So thoughtful, and discrete.
YOU ARE READING
Verses
PoetryBook One: ~Romanticism~ An anthology of poems I worked on for a poetry class. They are reflective of how one feels when the heart and mind become entangled. Book Two: ~About~ Another collection of poetry that illuminates and explores the definitio...
