ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
I wanted to write a poem to you,
about the sound of your voice, of the
silences between,
about the catch between one word
and the next
I wanted to write a poem about the way my hands were so cold
the cigarette burned down and I never felt it, the angry words
were my bones,
fragile
I wanted to tell you we are always silenced
eventually,
like a first kiss, the tentative touch,
the disappointment
of the fumbling hands, the dark
in between
and how if you lived a little closer I would
kiss you properly, the sweetness of words
on lips
the morning newspapers
forgotten
the cigarette lost in the
ashtray, sending smoke signals up
to guide us home
about the sound of your voice, of the
silences between,
about the catch between one word
and the next
I wanted to write a poem about the way my hands were so cold
the cigarette burned down and I never felt it, the angry words
were my bones,
fragile
I wanted to tell you we are always silenced
eventually,
like a first kiss, the tentative touch,
the disappointment
of the fumbling hands, the dark
in between
and how if you lived a little closer I would
kiss you properly, the sweetness of words
on lips
the morning newspapers
forgotten
the cigarette lost in the
ashtray, sending smoke signals up
to guide us home
Or the thank you poem.
Thank you for letting me hear those beautiful words.
I am changed.
Thank you for letting me hear those beautiful words.
I am changed.
© 2009 - 2024 sunshinegypsy
Comments9
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Wow--this is impressive!
I can see the similarities in our poems as well.
I can see the similarities in our poems as well.