Single Beat

by Melissa   Apr 27, 2011


Perhaps it was the way your words
nuzzled themselves
in the nook of my heart,
that made me adore you so

I don't know,
but my poems have become
a single beat,
its only thump,
love

So come hither, buttercup
allow my golden skin to warm you up,
give me your touch
before the stars in my eyes
turn to dust

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  • 13 years ago

    by Britt

    This is a true poet's poetry. When we have one emotion, especially a strong passionate one like love, it's the only thing we can think, feel, breathe, live for - it overwhelms us, therefore showing up in every word we write, every smile we smile. Ohh, beautiful.

    Words nuzzling themselves into the crook of my heart...I love this thought, as it's soft and cuddly, and gorgeous.

    I love how you put "buttercup" in the poem. It gave an adorable feel, and thought it fit perfectly.

    Love the ending, how you wrap up that if you can't have them, the lust feeling can go away. This is just beautiful writing!

  • 13 years ago

    by Sincuna

    Lovely and beautiful as always. Your poems have a way of calming me down. Without them, my days would be gray. I need them like sunshine. :)

    The last stanza is so beautiful, I'd like to change the title to one that dedicates it. Magical. As always.

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