The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated May 17, 2007
Fading...
Our last kiss persists on my trembling lips;
The tastes of mint and anise mingle.
Your scent lingers when you pass,
Not heady perfume;
Rather, fresh-scrubbed skin in clean clothing.
Your infrequent touch is furtive, unsure;
I sense you drifting away.
Sometimes, I hear you laugh in another room,
But not as often with me.
Even so, my mind's deepest recesses
Echo with sounds of our distant lovemaking.
Warm sunshine once washed over us
As we lay in fields of green;
Days of summer spent together,
The best I have ever seen.
We talked for hours, and built gilt towers
On our castles in the air;
Arranged our dreams into neat schemes,
For the life we knew we'd share.
We dined in style, and all the while,
Conversed in harmony.
We raised a toast and made the most
Of kindred company.
Hand-in-hand we walked the strand;
Warm surf swirled round our feet.
Our passions clear, I held you near,
Our bodies bathed in heat.
Long ago and far away
The fire of your love was all I could see.
It has dimmed so much,
No ember remains to stoke into flames.
Just cold dark charcoal,
Crumbling at my touch.
Bit by bit, I lose another piece of you.
The memory of flaxen hair draping your green eyes
Is veiled in shadow, and
I feel it slip into
The void.
Grief engulfs me, inundates my soul
When I think I'll soon awake and find
No remnants of you for me to cling to
Now that I've gone blind.
Poetry by The Blue-eyed Bipedal Bookworm from Betelgeuse
The Blue-eyed Bipedal Bookworm from Betelgeuse
