Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I can't sleep when you reach into my dream
with the thrust of your vacant stare, looking
for something I can not see.
You are not here nor I there, we are not hummingbirds
flitting around the cardinal hibiscus yet we dare to laugh:
how absurd we are with answers.

Your sand will always wash upon my
shore, tall tufts of grass peeking out between our fences
and our toes.
My skin screaming to stay alive with you. Your heart
pounding inside me.

~A

what a gorgeous piece
cardinal hibiscus - the image lingers

yeah, that - what judih said and...
the skin screaming and - more and ... yeah, that

what a great love poem.....first two line are sheer dynamite....perhaps they deserve to stand alone......good stuff anna.....

Thank you for reading and for your precious comments.

Linger. Yes. How exquisitely appropriate.

~A