i made this for my girlfriend who i lost before but will not let go of again. i know its mushy dubby and all that, but please bear with it and give all you criticism. share your thoughts please. its much appreciated.
A 22nd Among Others
I slowly open my eyes
To the weakened glare of the sun.
My cheeks are warmly moist
And my lips vibrate gently.
I shut them again.
Am I dreaming?
Should I be,
Then I wish not awake
From this wishful vision
Of my arms tightly fastened
Around the genuine structure
Of my heart’s long companion
Which it has never ceased
To long for
Even in their mutual erroneous beings.
My chin finds sanctuary
Buried in her hair
As does her face
Rested in my chest.
I slowly brush her hair
As our bodies gently convulse together
In a manner much more
Delightful than previous.
I can feel the breeze
Treat my longing skin.
I can hear the leaves rustling
And the occasional bark of a dog.
I can feel the presence, which
I have arrogantly neglected,
Here in my arms.
I can feel our emotions collide
As this state of utmost
Bliss and overwhelming joy
Progresses and consumes us.
We slowly detach
Immediately locking teary eyes
And matching occasional sniffles
And smiles which bear no pretense
Or falsity to any extent.
Lost in each other
We approach once more.
Eyes drifting from the other’s
To the new goal yearned for.
Oh, her soft lips, which
I soon find warm,
Inviting, and comforting
Convince me that
This be no dream,
And should it be,
Then I have truly gone mad
And must make this reality.
We lock lips and press harder
Emotions continuously flux
And all logic and reason
Render void
I can’t help but want
More and more
To never remover her from me.
I hesitantly open my eyes
To see what I’ve been
Hopelessly oblivious to…
I see you
Looking straight at me.
A 22nd Among Others
I slowly open my eyes
To the weakened glare of the sun.
My cheeks are warmly moist
And my lips vibrate gently.
I shut them again.
Am I dreaming?
Should I be,
Then I wish not awake
From this wishful vision
Of my arms tightly fastened
Around the genuine structure
Of my heart’s long companion
Which it has never ceased
To long for
Even in their mutual erroneous beings.
My chin finds sanctuary
Buried in her hair
As does her face
Rested in my chest.
I slowly brush her hair
As our bodies gently convulse together
In a manner much more
Delightful than previous.
I can feel the breeze
Treat my longing skin.
I can hear the leaves rustling
And the occasional bark of a dog.
I can feel the presence, which
I have arrogantly neglected,
Here in my arms.
I can feel our emotions collide
As this state of utmost
Bliss and overwhelming joy
Progresses and consumes us.
We slowly detach
Immediately locking teary eyes
And matching occasional sniffles
And smiles which bear no pretense
Or falsity to any extent.
Lost in each other
We approach once more.
Eyes drifting from the other’s
To the new goal yearned for.
Oh, her soft lips, which
I soon find warm,
Inviting, and comforting
Convince me that
This be no dream,
And should it be,
Then I have truly gone mad
And must make this reality.
We lock lips and press harder
Emotions continuously flux
And all logic and reason
Render void
I can’t help but want
More and more
To never remover her from me.
I hesitantly open my eyes
To see what I’ve been
Hopelessly oblivious to…
I see you
Looking straight at me.