Thursday, April 10, 2008

Peace



If I should die,

If the little rivers within my flesh should go still,

It's all right, My Love.


Because every place on my skin that you have ever touched,

Will bloom all over again within my mind;

That will be the light I go to,

No different than

The many times you've left me breathless and insensible,

Transported,

Whispering your name in each little death like a prayer.

8 comments:

Cynthia said...

Quietly beautiful Shay...

writerwoman said...

I think you are on your way to having many many fans of your work, if you get it out there in front of their eyes, because this poem is impressive. Love how romantic it is.

Tracey-Ann said...

This so softly beautiful and ~ lovely.

Fireblossom said...

Thank you, Tracey-Ann. I think this is probably my best love poem.

Mama Zen said...

Wow!

nollyposh said...

OmGOOdneSS! This is so beautiful i could die myself!

mac said...

Do you know how much I enjoy poking around your favorites ?

I force myself to read just one. I want to savor each poem.

This Poem is beautiful.

flipside records said...

She hit you hard, eh? :)

"The many times you've left me breathless and insensible"

"Whispering your name in each little death like a prayer."