From the 'Hall of Romance' in my first book of poetry, 'My Secret Heart...'


...While The City Sleeps...

What a day...
(Sigh) over at last,
Thinking of you, your eyes, your lips, your hair,
Thinking of your hands, your touch,
A touch I could really use today.
I imagine that your hands are smooth, soft but strong,
I picture them kneading my muscles like dough,
I sigh, as the stress of the day flees at the touch of your capable fingers...




While the city sleeps
Here, I dream of you,

While the city sleeps
I dream of all you do,

I dream of how you touch me
Your hand upon my skin,

The way you make me quiver
And call your name again,

While the city sleeps
Here, I think of you,

Thinking of your hair
And the eyes that pierce me through,

Loving the intensity
With which they stare at me,

Loving the fact that they see things
That no one else can see,

While the city sleeps
Here, I think of you,

Thinking of your soft brown eyes
And all that makes you, 'you',

Loving the feel of your golden skin
As it lays on mine,

Loving the sighing of our breaths
As our heartbeats pound in time,

While the city sleeps
Here, I think of you,

Wanting so to hold you near
As I often long to do,

While the city sleeps...
Lying here,
I think of you...



...Samishii Suzume~...





Poetry by Samishii Suzume
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Written on 2007-01-16 at 22:50

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