Morning, friends! Have a poem today that should hopefully evoke powerful feelings and forgotten memories. It does that for me, rereading it the once or twice that I have since its writing. This one means a lot. Please enjoy.
This Was A Home Once
This was a home once,
where haggard hands caressed tired thighs
and heavy lids covered tired eyes.
I still remember the feeling of the last time
when i held you into the morning.
Like we always do,
we forgot the time again.
I still remember kissing there,
where our lips touched so sweetly
as if to make the world melt away
like butter on the softest, warmest piece of bread.
I remember the bites
and the “I love you”s,
the ones you’ll never remember.
Those memories branded upon my gray matter,
their brilliant, beautiful marks
searing into my flesh.
I remember little dogs and fireflies
passing by the whites of our eyes
like the perfect porcelain of your skin.
I am but a man of stone and dirt,
trite in the face of such a sight,
your beauty and your grace
and those little blue eyes at the top of your face.
A woman of fire and gemstone,
alabaster and ivory;
how could I hope to fill your heart of gold
when I am but granite in the cold?
Poems by Sam 