A dream I had
If i wasn't so tired,
I would think I had died and gone to heaven.
But I'm sure in heaven
you never tire,
or need water,
or have to leave your side for any reason.
As your energy runs from your fingers
straight to my soul,
when you walk away
I feel empty,
but full of anticipation.
I will do nothing but think of you
until my eyes are entranced
upon your glory.
And the pleasure that envelops me
will be warm, and strong
and sweeter than life should allow.
Poetry by Jackie Ameriault
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Written on 2010-07-26 at 03:49
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Tired Sweetness
If i wasn't so tired,
I would think I had died and gone to heaven.
But I'm sure in heaven
you never tire,
or need water,
or have to leave your side for any reason.
As your energy runs from your fingers
straight to my soul,
when you walk away
I feel empty,
but full of anticipation.
I will do nothing but think of you
until my eyes are entranced
upon your glory.
And the pleasure that envelops me
will be warm, and strong
and sweeter than life should allow.
Poetry by Jackie Ameriault
Read 660 times
Written on 2010-07-26 at 03:49
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