Like sands in an hour glass body, I lay
There are sands in my mind that the ocean
can not take away
Like wind on the breast of the chest I caress,
There is pain in my soul that your hands
could never undo
could never undress
Like skin on the fingers that run through your hair,
There is no place to run from myself
When I'm already there
As lips are embracing through hips and through waist,
There is no kind of candy
or cream
that I'd rather taste
As love is a battle and war is for peace,
There is no love I'd fight for as much
or give up as least
As life is for dying and death is from living,
There is no life I'd rather have
or love
That I'd rather be giving
Like sand in your hour glass body, I stay
and love
before the ocean
can break us away.
PUBLICATION: The Crier, Vol. 35, No. 7, April 3, 1998, Corning Community College.
HISTORY: I wrote this one while I was dating my first girlfriend, though this poem wasn't specifically for or about her.
I like how this poem turned out. I wrote it as a very sensual, yet romantic poem. Love, sex, and the beauty of it all--that's what this poem means to me.
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