I was wondering how you are, though
Our friendship did not go far
The cold, dark night of fear crept in and
I fell into that dark.
Did you find yourself in love?
Is she with you now?
Does she fill your heart?
Does she really care?
Pull back the night
Pull back the day
Pull the surface back
Pull it all away.
I am burning still, after all this time
My thoughts are flaming coals
A burning light
Has invaded my soul.
I send my thoughts out to you.
I hope they brush your mind,
Your cheeks, your lips, your eyes.
A touch bound by the wind
A touch light as a feather
A touch as quiet as a whisper
A whisper is a kiss
I whisper
All the time
Your name
And mine.
© 2009 Su Polo
It seems this is a strength of yours, the confessional poem, as with Anne Sexton or Sylvia Plath, and this is a good example, satisfying down to the last - almost unexpected - line.
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