In the beginning
we laughed because your bed was too small,
and we clung to each other all night
to prevent ourselves from falling.
In the beginning
I would stay awake to sketch you as you slept,
studying the beauty of your hands
lying open on the sheets
Now we sleep without touching
And your hands are formed into fists
Comments
Dynamaso | June 18, 2008 - 07:40
Short, sharp and very powerful. I particularly like the abridged third stanza. It doesn't need to say anymore.
sunshine | June 18, 2008 - 16:06
thank you - that's reassuring as my poems seem to get shorter and shorter. I'm afaid I don't have an epic in me, no 'Paradise Lost'! Margot
jennifer | June 18, 2008 - 22:11
Yes, this is so powerful, esp, I'd agree, the last stanza. And the first...gosh, yes, especially when you don't have a wall in the right place...
sunshine | June 19, 2008 - 07:02
hee hee ....ah yes THE wall, somebody always gets 'papered' to it don't they and still we pretend there's romance in tight places. Thanks for your comment. Margot
tamara | October 15, 2008 - 22:03
This is truly wonderful and the way in which you write pins down every emotion artistically and powerfully,
I admire your work sunshine,you have a gift.Lynne.x