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.
Quietly beautiful Shay...
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThis so softly beautiful and ~ lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Tracey-Ann. I think this is probably my best love poem.
ReplyDeleteWow!
ReplyDeleteOmGOOdneSS! This is so beautiful i could die myself!
ReplyDeleteDo you know how much I enjoy poking around your favorites ?
ReplyDeleteI force myself to read just one. I want to savor each poem.
This Poem is beautiful.
She hit you hard, eh? :)
ReplyDelete"The many times you've left me breathless and insensible"
"Whispering your name in each little death like a prayer."