Uncaressed
Uncaressed
no hands can hold you
you slip away like the tide
but your ocean spray fascinates me
into lingering by the shoreline
for another sunset
swirling in foam
magically
unknown
the reach of you
is beyond my imagination
because I do not grip you
only do I care to smell
the sweet flower
that is you
without plucking you
from the source
from the fountain
shimmering
in the unset sun
long after the time has passed
you hover there like honey on the vine
dripping your intention into the abyss
that sucks up every drip by drop drip of you
and I sit there too
adoring
mesmerized
in love
but you
do not speak my sweet names
you only hold my anticipation
hoping for a kiss
or a blink of your divine eyes
flashing in the moonlight
by my side
tenderly
longing
to be touched
by a heart that won't melt
or cannot speak
untrue
Copyright © Patrick Parks | Year Posted 2012
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