Valentine
The softest touch to gossamer skin,
a finger stroke of desire and lust.
I stare into your eyes,
as they stare into mine.
You seem to see me,
and yet see through me
a pale blue gaze
that sees a world beyond.
I slide my hand into yours
as I lay you down,
the earth our bed;
star spattered sky our canopy.
No-one will know you
like I know you.
No-one will care
like I care.
I go to leave you now
and smooth your dress
down along your legs
as you sleep serenely.
And as I drive away
from where you lay
on the cold, desolate moor
I smile in the knowledge
That nobody will love you more.
Isobel
Sat 12th Feb 2011 09:16
Love the macabre twist Kenney - I thought this performed well. x