Oh, How I miss You

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Oh, but how I long to hold you; to feel you in my hand.

I dream of the wholeness I feel when we are united and the pure, unadulterated euphoria that overwhelms me with our union, body, mind and soul.

Blissful memories haunt me. Many left unfinished and incomplete; while others call to me in sweet exhortation of better times.

I feel you calling to me and the sweet refrain of tender indulgences you whisper to me.

You are all that makes me whole.

You alone allow me to be who I really am, with no pretenses or expectations.

Echoes of our past mix with dizzying fantasies of what could be in our future, leaving me dissatisfied, empty and brimming with desire.

I long to explore the unknown with you being intertwined as a part of me, an extension of my very soul; yearning voices reverberate in the deepest confines of my soul and you are the only one that offers their release and/or freedom.

I find myself pining for time alone with you, undisturbed in sacred union and "alone time."

Voices that can only be quieted by you mesmerize me with their throaty whispers.

Oh, how I long to pick you up and write the ramblings of my soul, my friend; how I long for the release offered only by my dark quill and the otherworldly beauty we create when we are united.

Pen, keyboard or quill; only in releasing resounding voices reverberating within my twisted soul am I able to feel whole; only then may I express the enigma that is me.
©2011 J.L. Day

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UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellabout 13 years ago
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Prose sentences do not a poem make which is a shame because with editting you could make something beautiful out of this

tigerjentigerjenabout 13 years ago

Loved the content, but if the words can be transformed from prose to poetry format.....would make a world of difference.

twelveoonetwelveooneabout 13 years ago
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Espie makes my job easier, just follow around and agree (75). One comment:

Oh, but how I long to hold you; to feel you in my hand.

what are you holding? but the line does not seem to arouse interest, good tactic, is open with a grabber.

q. Why are the lines complete sentences?

Esperanza_HidalgoEsperanza_Hidalgoabout 13 years ago
Some nice things here and there

throughout, but perhaps if you turned it from prose to poetry it might flow more smoothly. Also watch for the common in terminology and strive for unique qualities in verse.

Keep at it--all is simply my opinion and expert I am not, as many will happily tell you ;-).