unfinished poem from my memory:
And oh another night has come
and summer’s heat seeps through my breast
i breathe the sultry air
and dream about your soft caress
and feel a tingling throbbing want for you.
oh sweet time oh cruel time
you are always on my mind
hating and loving you in all your seconds
all the few moments you give
if i close my eyes and wish
i would see us together
a furnace of pleasure
a night for love
and i will praise him endlessly
and stare into his eyes.
that have the power to take me
places i’ve never seen
a devil a man
a boy with hands
that mold and press
me to the realm
no one has ever touched.
but there is something deeper that grows
and God knows
i fear what time might bring to us.
Edited 6/7 I awoke at 4 in the morning and remembered some of the rest of the poem. I still think there is more.
perhaps another A.M. memory spurt will occur.
On this warm evening a poem i wrote, back in my early twenties, came to mind. I’m really not sure if that was the ending, but that’s all i can remember right now. i honestly tried to finish it, but being a different and older woman now,the feelings just don’t ring true.
Another time, another place,another space ..