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From a Distance

Trembling I move to open the door Thinking it is you Hoping for an embrace A face A touch of skin on skin Hoping To see twinkling eyes A smile You are nowhere to be found But there is a gift There at my door I stoop down I bring it inside I am not surprised It happens everyday… From a distance You send your love artistically wrapped in your dreams Tied with desire’s ribbons How they tug at my heart The gift tag? Worn with your kisses The scent of you Clings to me In your place With pleasure Curiosity crazed I unwrap and see Another message for me Penned by your hand From a distant land Inked from your heart I love every part The words come to life They breathe They whisper and speak Make me go weak Breathless I sink to the floor I fall Along with the tears Clasping the present to my heart I rock back and forth As I kiss every line My tears smudge the words A pain undefined Takes the pleasure away From a distance From a distance You send me your love From a distance And I weep I weep For this love I can't keep It will not do It is not true I need to feel with my hands Taste with my mouth Sleep in an embrace Make love to a face And so.... I keep my distance I keep my distance From the one who loves From a distance Eileen Manassian

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 8/28/2014 8:37:00 AM

After I met Mary she went back to BC and I went back to Ontario. For a few months we had a long distance relationship and it was very exciting. We finally broached the distance and I have never been happier. So long distant relationships can indeed be successful.

Justin Bordner

Date: 8/26/2014 3:55:00 AM

Distance is so painful when a part of love's trail. I love how you receive the presents of affection, and I'm saddened by your unfulfilled need Eileen. Perhaps the future will bring the face and touch desired...J.A.B.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 8/26/2014 4:11:00 AM

Justin...thank you for visiting me. Distance doesn't have to be an obstacle to true love...It only is if one lets it be. BTW...I really hope your poem make it to POTD. I will keep clicking away. It's just that good! Hugs

Arthur Vaso

Date: 8/25/2014 10:27:00 PM

Very very very touching, from a distance that is! oh how I loved this one!

Eileen Manassian
Date: 8/26/2014 2:46:00 AM

:) Arthur...you are always kind in your posts to me, my dear. You bring me happiness. Don't stop...Distance is irrelevant! :)

Paul Callus

Date: 8/25/2014 4:59:00 PM

Messages penned from a distANT land. It's something that we used to do lots before, but now it has become too artificial....internet has made it easy but flavourless. (That's how I courted my wife, through hand-written letters and a whiff of perfume to go with it!) Wouldn't it be great if a knock came at the door and find your beloved standing there:) // paul

Eileen Manassian
Date: 8/26/2014 2:51:00 AM

Oh Paul...I'm sure you courted her with passion and perseverance. :) I'm curious as to the way you typed distant. I'm unable to do it...spell check won't allow it. Anything there? My husband was the only man I dated...met when we were 12. He asked me out at 14. I refused. Again at 17. I accepted. He kept me going till 26 until he married me. I never had a relationship with anyone else. For part of the time, we were separate. He'd write me love letters and send me audio cassettes. What beauty! What love! I keep them still. I tease him now and say....don't talk...let me just play the audio. Those were the days. Thanks for the post...Your sharing made me share! Hugs

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 8/25/2014 2:34:00 PM

- A "real old-fashioned love letter" ...... - Your arms were always open when I needed a hug - Your heart understood - when I needed a friend - Your gentle eyes were strict - when I needed to learn - Your strength and love has guided me and given me wings so I can fly - Lovely and touching poem dear Eileen - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

Eileen Manassian
Date: 8/25/2014 3:28:00 PM

Hello my Sunshine! Oh how you bring me bright rays to warm my heart! Love you, Anne Lise! You are a very special woman...with a heart of gold. Thanks for this awesome post! No distance from my heart to yours! :)

Jan Allison

Date: 8/25/2014 12:54:00 PM

Many months back I sent Darren a card - he said how wonderful it was to have something 'written in my own hand' such an old fashioned term but it made me smile that something so simple had provoked such a reaction. E mails and texts just dont have the same impact as an actual card or letter Wonderful romantic write Eileen. Hugs jan xx

Eileen Manassian
Date: 8/26/2014 3:07:00 AM

There is something special about seeing someone's handwriting, isn't there? :) I didn't necessarily mean a handwritten message...it was all analogous...it could be a poem, or a love written sent any which way, but you are right. A handwritten note is amazing. I'm glad that Darren was touched by the card. Thanks for the visit, dear. Hugs

Jslambert Mister Roboto

Date: 8/25/2014 10:03:00 AM

I kept saying to myself, "DON'T OPEN THE Gift!" You gotta understand, that any gift or box from a woman on my doorstep would have to be a bomb or anthrax or NOT GOOD! Good to see your story had a nice lover's gift of words! BETTER than flowers or any gift...well, maybe not Christian Louboutin, I know how you ladies love those RED BOTTOM shoes! If I had a dollar for every pair I've spent $1,245 (unknowingly) on a pair of SHOEs, I'd still have a closet full of money!~

Jslambert Mister Roboto
Date: 9/1/2014 12:00:00 AM

I just got your message here, A lot of times, I don't see these at all bc Soup isn't connected with my Gmail. I understand now what you were saying, I didn't before, but do now. Thx.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 8/26/2014 3:02:00 AM

HI JS! Glad to have you here. I really like your humor. Anthrax, eh? You must have been a BAD BAD BOY! ;) Nope...don't own a pair of Louboutin! I'll survive! BTW...just wanted to clear something up. I do appreciate community. I do. I love visiting and getting visits, but I don't DO it to get on that list...I do it because I want to show my appreciation and respect. I hope that's clear. :) I was talking about focus...not the act itself. :)

Dr. Upma A. Sharma

Date: 8/25/2014 9:22:00 AM

Excellently penned Eileen! Can feel the emotions that bind u to sentences so well! Love the formatting of the last line dear!

Eileen Manassian
Date: 8/26/2014 3:09:00 AM

Yes...I am bound to sentences...fortunately or unfortunately...it gets confusing at times. Thanks for your lovely visit Dr Upma...It's always appreciated. Hugs

J. R. Corbin

Date: 8/25/2014 9:06:00 AM

Really, truly powerful Eileen. Many times I read a poem and it just doesn't feel like there is any life in it, so when I read something as sincere as this, it really touches my heart. You are truly gifted. Jim

Eileen Manassian
Date: 8/25/2014 9:10:00 AM

Thanks, JR. I am a very passionate person...given to extremes. Not the easiest way to live...my energy at times is limited. Sometimes something will spark a write and then on that little grain of truth, I work. I embellish it so that there is an element of fiction....Sometimes it is all truth....and sometimes it is a dream! The one who knows me well, can pick up on that, but it is my firm belief that EVERY poem is a revelation of the poet's heart in varying degrees. Thanks for your visit.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 8/25/2014 8:46:00 AM

Sometimes I think people underestimate the power of words. They are the glue that connect our synapses together.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 8/25/2014 8:49:00 AM

Yes, that is true. For me words are just the sweetest things ever created. Sometimes they are more powerful than touch, but...they can also be insubstantial. That is the danger of these beautiful things we call words. Love is followed up by action...and not merely words. Ah...but I wax eloquent. I'm in a strange mood. Thanks for reading and being the firs to comment, Richard. Hugs