He tastes her,

& he realizes he was starving.

He drinks but realizes

that his thirst has not been quenched

as he lay drenched in her arms.

Is he lost or doomed?

What gloom to have to

start anew!

Fear not, for your Love is

missed at night,

gazing upon the lonely moon.

If you are alone

& you are true,

maybe I was meant for You,

as I meander the nefarious tides

of solitude, hugging my pillow tight.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem

This Poems Story

dreaming of start anew or keep dreaming