Departures (poem)

Stay your hand o clock
Rush not dawn’s onset
Let me linger in this twilight
Enthralled by his sleeping smile
The sweetness of his breath upon my lips
Every curve perfection
His beating heart finding an echo within mine
Marking the inexorable approach of cruel day
And my departure
Until once again I find solace in your arms
Treat my heart gently
I leave it with you.


About Marie

An eccentric & quirky artist and writer who fills her time between fantasy roleplaying sessions with painting, writing and playing her guitar (rather badly). Usually to be found with paint-stained fingers surrounded by books and tubes of acrylic paint.
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