Friday, 22 November 2019

Strangers

Two faces
Two names
On opposite sides
Of the screen
Words connect them
And distance divides them
He knows
her deepest fears
And intimate secrets
She knows
What makes him happy
And how he lives his life
He listens
When she cannot sleep
And offers comfort
When she reaches out
She lets him vent
When life get stressful
And business gets him down
Yet they have never had
A cup of coffee
Or held each other close
They do not know
What the other feels like
They have never gazed
Into each others eyes
Two strangers
Bound together
Yet so far apart…

~S~


Regrets

The touch of your hand
Against my feverish skin
Kindles love and desire
In my Desperate heart…

The brush of your clothes
Against the back of my hand
As you walk past
Makes me want to pull you close…

The tightening of your arms
Around my waist
Elicits a little sigh
Of contentment…

The pressure of your lips
Against mine
Makes me want to lean in
Closer against you…

Every moment with you
Sparks emotions
Within me…

Fear that you will change
Apprehension when you are upset…
Sadness when you leave me alone…
But most of all…
Regret…
Regret that you
Hold the key
To the door
In the walls
That I have built
So high…
It’s too late
To ask for them back…

~S~

SCARS

In the shimmer
Of the pale moonlight,
I slowly run my fingers
Over my body,
Tracing gently
Over my scars…
How exotic they look,
These markings
On my skin
That were not born
At the same time as me…
Yet they tell a tale
Of struggle and despair
Far more eloquently
Than any story
I could narrate…
Each cut,
Each drop of blood,
Every raised blemish
That marks my skin..
Is like a work of art…
So tragic…
~S~