The hill is closer to Heaven
But lonelier for that.
When I come to bed with you,
My head gets light;
I must remind myself to breathe
Just to look into your eyes.
The hill is closer to Heaven
But lonelier for that.
Hush, sweetheart,
Never mind...
I will be clouds
When I softly touch your cheek;
I will be the little goat who makes her home
Close against your side.
13 comments:
It is a lovely poem, with good imagery, and a terrific bridge between verses. Thanks.
Thank you, RW!
such a sexy read. well described and written :-)
Thank you totomai. I'm glad you stopped in.
The little goat is unexpected, but so soft and perfect!
smiles. i find this sweet and tender shay...i think the goat is a great unexpected touch.
Sweet, innocent ... #6.
this is really beautiful...so pure and tender. Had I known you in 2008 I would have definitely chimed in with a thought or two. :)
It is beautiful, FB, and I would have commented if I had been your blog friend in 2008. :)
There is something infinitely tender and touching about this love expressed. It takes a lot for people to admit how they feel, and these words are a gift without strings.
A what a wonderful love story-poem it is. I also noticed it no longer languishes with just five:~)
I loved the last stanza. The idea of the "little goat" making her home close to "against your side." Now that's not only lovely (in the true meaning of that word) it's also passionate:~)
only you could make a "little goat" so sexy!
a beautiful love poem, Shay! you always do them so well! ♥
"The hill is closer to Heaven
But lonelier for that."
This is all the poem I needed right here. So profound. So true. Thankfully, it is also closer to the moon, right? One good friend will do. :)
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