Ruling the World

She sits and whiles away time
lost in a world
where time is forever still.
The smell of freshly cut grass,
heavens scent
for her nose only
and here she will stay
until he arrives
and her world starts
to rotate again.

She lies, full stretched,
her face to the sky
and her arms open
to receive
the moon on her lap
and by sense
she knows that he is on his way.

She sits up, pressing her knees
to her chest.
He doesn't hurry,
he never does.
Life is a casual walk to him
but that is why she loves him.

Still, in this time of waiting
she can watch as the gentle breeze
ruffles the hair on his head,
watch him pause and pick
a wildflower to give to her
for when he arrives at her side
the birds will begin their song,
impatient nature, waits as well.

You cannot begin life
until the loving has begun
and when he is next to her
she will look up at him,
stretch out one hand
for him to pull her to her feet
then she will be in his arms
pressed up so close to him,
they don't even need to kiss.

Because now he is here
the world is kissing them
and although she may not
rule the world
she is damn well
sitting on top of it.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-04-14 at 16:16

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Hans Bump
These are my favorite lines:
"her face to the sky
and her arms open
to receive
the moon on her lap"
But the rest is interspersed with uniquely personal and beautiful lines.You've shared your art and your soul. Applauded
2013-04-16


Commentally Ill
not a good idea to let the world kiss you (i hear it has mono). and if she is sitting on top of the world, i don't want to know exactly which parts the world's lips are on.

;)
2013-04-15



*Wow* The details, the flow, the final lines... This is just perfect.
2013-04-14