In the midst of love and loving, where do I really stand?

“My hands lay as sheer rocks lay shattered against the water.

Water that brings me to the side of the oh so slippery cliff.”

With each movement against your skin, I feel as you.

The tremble, the mass of emotion that my fingertips want more, but at

The same time have enough with you. The tear that encompasses my face

I can assure you is filled with grace, compassion, lathed with love.

As my hands tremble as I move I cannot let your presence escape the cubicle of forte night emotion.

Ha the graced emotion is nothing. Even with the oh so eccentric music I try and portray through writing. Means quit latterly nothing. Sad to say.

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  • Manyfacets on Nov 7, 2008

    Ah yes, the slippery slope of love; it sounds like you’ve
    got a love-bug pretty bad. All kidding aside it is a lovely
    poem. I really enjoyed the read. Kind Regards. B Or Manyfacets.

  • denus on Jan 12, 2009

    Really great job,
    good writing.


  • diyanah91 on Jan 14, 2009

    good one!
    hit me back plese!

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