I admit
what may never happen.... ( I admit a part of this poem is borrowed )
i admit
i would love to lie besides you
as you fall asleep
to hear your cautious breath
turn to an unrestrained rhythm
- like a perfect prayer
- like a silent promise of life
i admit
i would love to listen intently
your heartbeat
- as always
for inspiration
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.