tag poem, edited ,topic by Poetrealm
Notes, new but creased , read again and again
each word caressed and whispered through her lips;
Pure lonliness in abscence of his kiss
Writings of the heart from a loving pen..
Nuances only she can understand
references to places otherwise unknown
protraits of a seed now overgrown
tracings the lines he touched upon her hand...
Feeling touches that she should not feel
hearing voices out of hearings reach
knowing secrets he had not to teach
fantasies that some how seem too real...
Twin hearts race towards ecstasy in tandem
knowing fate does nothing, that is random.
The Lovers © rene magritte http://www.atara.net/magritte/20s/lovers.jpg