Not Yet Started
Contributed by
chuckx
on
Saturday, 12th July 2003 @ 04:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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It is over, then,
when my heart can breathe,
beat again;
not to bind in seeing you…
But every time I walk to your door
my breath stops,
the music skips,
the orchestra in my head leans forward
to catch any changes in the notes;
a new direction
to loving you.
And I thought that I had covered all the angles,
torn my contract,
but it looks like I’m here again
writing about you.
Needing a climax,
though, not even near the foreplay,
I find myself without a lover,
no plot,
only the scenes wash by
the director’s chair
without the dialogue to meet you;
only the sound of your footsteps down the stair,
where I can’t follow:
beyond my stage,
through the wings
to the exit
where the star departs,
finished with this poem;
and I’m dreading the end, (not yet started.)
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chuckx
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2003-07-12 16:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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