She loved me
In ways...
She loved me in ways, I couldn't explain
in ways I could only experience
She carried me away in moments, I couldn't believe
in moments I could only participate in
~
She stirred an ocean, inside me
in whirlwinds of typhoons, swirling
inside an intimate storm
I got swept away in
~
She weaved mysteries, inside my soul
to solve them inside my heart
She whispered secrets, inside my thoughts
to catch electric butterflies
inside my stomach
~
Her hands danced like feathers
floating over my skin
Her eyes read like sonnets
strumming over my heartstrings
~
A kiss pressed from her lips
and the world was gone
A touch pushed from her hips
and I was gone
~
A heat burned so hot
between us
there was no telling her from me
there was nothing ...only the music
we painted
in notes spread
across a naked canvas
~
As two we became one
beautiful
and, alive
we sang, together
in the dark
~
Rhythms of love, echoed
within our hungry desires
melting us inside flames
glowing bright with passion
Burning us, till we ran out of breath
~
Arms wrapped around arms, we fell
legs curled around legs, we escaped
my words, her words, mingling in circles
her breath, my breath, blending in air
fighting to stay awake
we discovered our truths
in hours walking away from midnight
we drifted off to sleep
fading into each other
dreaming alone together
in fairy~tale dreamscapes
~
Morning was a surprise
of sunlight
pouring in from a window
her body was a blanket
stretching over me
her love was a home
spreading into my rooms
~
Lying beside her in bed
feeling flutters of her inside my chest
listening to her breath across my shoulder
wishing I could live in her space
forever
~
I thought, rhetorically
she was
heaven, inside a moment.
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Cleveland Stadium 1948 The ninth inning stretch. The ball game is tied with two outs, two strikes and a man on second. I tap the bat on home plate. Its dead weight lumbers as mental exhaustion takes its toll. Man on second, willing to chance it. Pitcher eyes him but doesn't give in to the dangerous bluff. I kick up dust, readying my stance, the bat lays stiff upon my cramping shoulder. It's daylight still, but the stadium lights are on anyway. They trick my brain into believing they are causing the sweltering heat. The roar from the crowd intensifies. Sporadic clouds are motionless as if they don't want to miss this exhilarating predicament. The crafty catcher adjusts his stance and spits to the dry dirt. The staunch umpire doesn't flinch or even blink; he knows how important his call will be. The pitcher winds up, his grip tells me its gonna curve. The release is fierce. Beads of sweat from his hair and face disperse in every direction as the force of his might is unfailing. My left leg lifts - an instinctual move that will increase the power of my swing. My eyes lock on the speeding white dot as it instantly becomes the target I intend to destroy. The swing is late, but I manage a solid tip. The ball is taking a fast bounce toward the pitcher who is recovering from the almighty throw. The man on second leaves in a desperate rush. I drop the bat and focus my sprint on the only destination I have - first base. Three defenders race inward to be the first to retrieve the skidding ball. Man is now on third! I watch the open glove of my adversary, wondering if I will win this race. I switch my attention to his eyes, looking for a clue, some kind of reaction that tells me the ball is in the air and heading his way. All I see is frustration. The roar of the crowd spikes, something happens that I can’t see. The first baseman takes off right as my left stride touches the bag. I waste no time turning my head to see the pitcher laying on his stomach, pounding the turf with an open glove. He misses the opportunity to out me and the ball has quickly bounced past him. Excitement grows. This isn’t over yet... It has become a fight to tag out the runner heading homeward. The catcher falls to his knees in obvious desperation as he watches my teammate make the run of his life. He knows it’s going to be close when he sees the shortstop fumble the ball for a second too long. I jump up and down with no plans on leaving first base. All my chips are on the speed and agility of the active runner. His cleats dig into the dirt, creating a dust storm in his wake. He dives into the air and lands on his chest to begin the crucial slide to home plate. The shortstop fires the ball to the catcher. It immediately begins closing the gap. The crowd's roar decreases as everyone awaits this gut-wrenching outcome. The bench begins to celebrate even before he reaches the plate. The crowd goes nuts. Everyone knows how this story will end… The runner is met by the entire team as his fingers inch across home plate. The sound of the ball making contact with the catcher's glove is milliseconds too late. The ump swings his arms outward, officially calling him safe. We won! We won this hard-fought game to advance! Emotions sink in.
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This was wonderful. Masterful way with words.
I really enjoyed this, specifically your ability to use descriptive language that played on the senses of the reader. Both enticing and engaging me in a way that was hypnotic in a sense. I found myself lost in the words and sensations you created in my mind! This was so beautifully done! I hung off your every word for this one TIW, it was magical and beautiful! Just like you! 💜
She was heaven inside a moment
Wow, really beautifully written and such amazing imagery!
lovely. how sweet to see a heart spilled across a page like this. :) <3
engaging
Intensely beautiful!
I love that this is written in past tense, it says that time doesn’t heal all wounds or love doesn’t just disappear. Again you manage to express what many wish (including myself) but are unable too.
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Sublime. ❤️
This is a beautifully written and heartfelt poem that truly captures the depth and intensity of love. Your use of vivid imagery and sensory language paints a picture of a passionate and intimate connection between two people. The way you describe the physical and emotional sensations is truly captivating and draws the reader in. Well done!
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Hearts with one purpose alone Through summer and winter seem Enchanted to a stone
love it 💕
This is a beautiful expression of a deep and intense love that cannot be put into words, but can only be felt and experienced. The imagery of being carried away in moments is powerful and evokes a sense of surrender and trust in the relationship. It captures the essence of being in a love that is beyond explanation, where the only thing that matters is the connection between two people. Well done!
nice
Fantastic lyrics
This was so romantic and wonderful!
Beautiful 🫠
That was so romantic and intimate. Well done!
Wow! Nice poem. Keep it up
That this is written in the past tense is heart-breaking, though if it were in the present tense I fear it might consume us all. Your uncommon juxtaposition of words & images demands that we linger & fully take in their meaning rather than skimming & rushing over them to get to the end. You invite us into the space between the two of you from which neither you nor we can be fully separated. The rhetoric you supply is not one of persuasion for in this we need no persuading. In opening yourself so freely, you have opened to us & invited us into this "heaven inside a moment." Congratulations & thank you for this.
"...she was heaven, inside a moment." Woah! Of all the powerful lines in this poem, this last one impacted me the most. Beautiful and breathtaking. Well done!
So tender, sweet and intimate. This line had me hook, line and sinker: "Her eyes read like sonnets." Congratulations on Top Story!
What a beautiful and heartfelt piece of writing! It's clear that this person meant a great deal to you, and your words really conveyed the depth of your love for them. Your use of metaphors and imagery was particularly effective, creating a vivid and emotional picture of your relationship. I hope that writing this helped you to process your feelings and that you continue to find comfort and solace in your memories of this person. Thank you for sharing your work with us.