You in My Silence
You in my silence
Leaning on my silence you arrived
you were flying between my eyelashes
so adherent to me
that your soul, I could even breathe.
Your breath was sustaining my words
and my lips that were yours
were inhaling the memories
that your presence was exhaling.
Your skin...perspiring desire
was making my body vibrate
making me feel inside like an intruder
'cause I couldn't understand why I felt like this.
You odor that change my life
I carry it inherent under my skin
like my own sweat
as a punishment in my own life.
Your warmth that innerve me to the bones
making me feel your sweating inside
burning me up to my ashes
to purge the conviction of the uncertainty.
You enter that way in my perfect silence
stealing the quietness of my sea blue eyes
why? Show me your rights!
Did I ever steal any silence from you?
Published by Yoly
Writer of "IMPRESIONES" (Poetry)and the film script THE WAY, Member/ World Academy of the Modern Literature, California,since 1996 Bachelor in Sciences and Letters,D.R. ESL Learning Center Columbia Universi... View profile
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15 Comments
Post a CommentGreat poem. Really nice and good.
Great work
Me enacanto u poema....felicidades..
I LOVE this especially how the last line inquires. Beautiful!
Excellent.
Beautifully written.
Very powerful. You are a gifted poet.
Deep emotion shows in this.
Wow! this poem is awesome it's so open with feelings.laterz.
wow yoly this was a wonderful poem!!