At That Instant

by sibyllene   Jun 28, 2008


Passion is felt sharply
in the final moments:
The desperate
clutching that occurs
between two pairs of eyes, one
like the blue before a storm, the
other like the light that breaks through after. They
reach and grasp, one seeking purchase in the gaze of the other,
like the deep clasping of wrinkled sheets,
dragging the moment out a second longer,
wrapping tight, entwining while detaching; the
blessing of that beautiful pair of eyes,
the final sweet pressing of two pairs of lips,
wetted by storm, tears, deliverance.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Jordan

    Ah, Sibby. I've had a soft spot for your writing for so long now. You are a beautiful soul and your words speak to me well.

    Never quit, dear. :)

  • 16 years ago

    by Sourav

    Good choice of words. Well expressed feelings. A good poem.

  • 16 years ago

    by Beautiful Chaos

    I thought this was beautiful. I love the flow, the word choice, your description and the way you have ended it as well.

    Passion is felt sharply
    in the final moments:
    The desperate
    clutching that occurs

    ^This is so true, now looking back and making myself think this is just a great description for what happens when you feel something or know something is falling away.

  • 16 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    Gorgeous!.....
    How well I remember.....'-)

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