Those melting eyes looked on, lost in the centre of their Green rimmed violet eyes, he saw himself. And no length of peering, no minutes lost in effort, Could render her own visage in his.. And her heart sighed, for this had been before, In many beds, in many arms, on pillows of flesh And flannel alike... Yet without his warm and comfy arms around her She felt his clutch...pulling her closer, And she was frightened, for this had been her expectation. She was falling. He was there to hold her though, to bandage her wounds And kiss the tears from her soulful and moody face, What did it matter that worlds apart they knew each other from Elsewhere; their dreams, their thoughts, their fantasies, They would always be friends. And lovers...
This poem is Copyright (c) 1994 Kerry Brodt. All rights reserved.