“Lost” and Found

“Lost” and Found -- random moments in a foreign place.

Moments linger and flood
my imagination -- gonna use my, my, my, imagination -- as I dream of how you were
Close to me as I touched your feet -- gonna use my legs --
The touch burning a brand in the middle of my chest
Over and into my heart.
You’re not hopeless. We are not
Hopeless.

You are special. I am special. WE are so special.

We fly to the exotic land. I take your cigarette
--give it to me--
stealing a touch
Of your fingers
Taking a drag.

Your weary head rests upon my shoulder
More than this -- there is nothing.

Too tired to stand
I carry you
In my arms
to your room
And tuck you in
As I have done so many nights before
In my dreams
But there is no more than this.

I kiss your cheek and leave you to
Slumber --There is nobody else here--
Nobody like me.

No care in the world
I stumble
And fall
And hurt you and
Me -- got new skank.

I am caged by your love
But we rest together
In that cage
That life has built.

You walk away as I turn
From the miles that separate
Us.

Walking back to you is
The hardest.
You steal my jacket
You steal my heart

I take your essence as we kiss
On the busy foreign street.
I whisper so only you can hear.

I love you.
And I always tell the truth.

I like it John, very evocative.

thank you john.......very moving

For sharing your poem, thank you.

For sharing a look inside, my deepest gratitude.

~hugs~
tessa

:o Beautiful....

Stirring...moving...breathtaking. ;)

Nice stuff, John -- I love the subtle imagery, "stealing a touch of your fingers taking a drag" -- and a complex montage of moments, took a few reads to take it all in -- thank you!

Thank you all. It means a lot to have your thoughts and critiques.

Electric, I was wondering, when the memories came back to me, if it was going to make sense. It began as a random bunch of memories around some song lyrics that were meaningful.

I was inspired by the memories of this wonderful person and then I started to see a story emerge. But I wondered if it just made sense to me and nobody else. Thanks for your comments.

There's nothing wrong with writing that forces the reader to think, as long as there's really stuff there to think about :)

very deep very beautiful...

Thank you John

hugs
snow

Snow,

thank you Honey! ~hugs that never end and a sweet simple kiss~
Have a great one, sweet.

John