turning

if so you told me,
then i would not have waited longer,
it is this waiting that kept me turning,
within possible inches to insanity,
within the stretch of perfume i smell in your embrace.

it could have happened,
in this moment of moonshine,
i look outside and thought about forever,
forever–an unforgiving word to lovers,
unforgiving as it ends.

this cant wait any longer,
i should walk away as soon as i see you,
i cant let you come near,
the butterflies in me becomes weaker,
they are enticed by your colors.

those red lips enshrined,
those pink pout of stress,
the blackened river of your hair,
i cant be weakened and loose to you again.

you dont know but the pain becomes clearer,
and words unspoken are apparitions,
they haunt me endlessly.

soon as the cordon loosens,
this bridge between us will break,
you’ve been my compass for awhile,
and even from this distance,
yes.. this distance that will infinitely point to you.

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One of my poems for old times sake

Written way back, May 22, 2006

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