Winter afternoon

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On a winter afternoon, when I besieged you in my soul,

love emerged drawing your kisses on my lips;

in my breasts the man next to my bedside

and behind the dream a wave of your memories


Your voice was the silence and sap running through my body...

and from the dream to my memory only unconsciousness passes through my eyes

and my ​​torment is the sea of your hands,

the insolence which I sip while I sleep


It is then when I understand that your soul is my life

although, as in other days, full of melancholy


I can tell you a thousand things...

I consciously tell you, consciously write you these lines,

knowing that I am a body gone astray in your shadow, however,

in my imagination I wander through the map of your body

in search your breath,

the fragrance of your kisses


I feel your ethereal and torturous image inflaming my gut,

helplessly realizing that it’s your shadow that caresses me;

it descends with cruel silence, it dwells in me,

I seek to cuddle to its side and it denies me life;

even in these somber hours I cling to your image,

since my heart only knows how to love you  


And I pour onto these pages any reason that vanquishes my weariness

so as to forget your memories that, as a chastisement, are bonded to my skin



©Noris Roberts










◄ The skin of my words

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Noris Roberts

Fri 12th Dec 2014 00:48

Thank you Solar Winds. I'm so glad you liked and enjoyed my poem.

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Rose Casserley

Sat 15th Nov 2014 12:32


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