Stride
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This is a poem I started about two years ago. It was toward the end (unbeknownst to me) of a relationship, and I just haven't met anyone that inspires me to finish it.
Here's what I have so far:
It is with a sullen treble
I exhale a breath of intense bliss and emphatic joy.
Into your eyes I stare,
Lost along the brown path of your comely iris.
The black void that middles the path
Reaches out between us;
And forms a bond that would quell even the longest of past hearts.
My stare lingers in attempt to capture this moment;
A moment that defines the absolute essence of human connection.
Your head falls into my palm
As the tips of my fingers gently brush the amorous glow of your cheek.
Our smiles widen as if in disbelief,
As if a new level of passion were created in our minds.
The tufts of your hair sway gently among the tips of my fingers,
Both hands (this is where it ends.)
A drape of blushed roses conceal the height of our elation. (This is just a sentence I had ready for later in the poem.)
Here's what I have so far:
It is with a sullen treble
I exhale a breath of intense bliss and emphatic joy.
Into your eyes I stare,
Lost along the brown path of your comely iris.
The black void that middles the path
Reaches out between us;
And forms a bond that would quell even the longest of past hearts.
My stare lingers in attempt to capture this moment;
A moment that defines the absolute essence of human connection.
Your head falls into my palm
As the tips of my fingers gently brush the amorous glow of your cheek.
Our smiles widen as if in disbelief,
As if a new level of passion were created in our minds.
The tufts of your hair sway gently among the tips of my fingers,
Both hands (this is where it ends.)
A drape of blushed roses conceal the height of our elation. (This is just a sentence I had ready for later in the poem.)
One day it will be finished.
