Know That I Grieve

i have not buried you

in the past

but as a keepsake deep

in my heart

sometimes I catch

a glimpse of you

as you pass through

my mind

and my heart skips

a beat

you smile at me

like you did then

when our eyes met

and my soul danced

If you should find

yourself

thinking of me

know that I 

loved you then

truly, deeply loved

you then

and know that

I grieve the death
of that moment

in time

when I could have

told you

but instead

I said nothing

and let you walk away

 ©Rose

The Poet

He runs his hand tenderly over the white sheet

picking me up gently he lays me down upon it

he gazes at me pensively, a dreamy look in his eyes

He begins to fondle me

I feel the gentle pressure of his fingers and I am

warmed by his touch

As his passion increases I feel the pulse in his fingers

Ardently we begin to move as one 

every stroke excites me

the way his hand moves fills me with exhilaration 

and every time he pauses I am filled with the

arousal of anticipation, willing his next move

Suddenly I feel his mouth warm and moist upon me

his tongue probing me delicately

his teeth grazing me playfully

Gradually he pulls away, inspired,

And I feel the pressure of his fingers once more

I feel his urgency as he moves passionately over the sheet

Then the climax of his last word and his pleasured sigh

brings us to completion

He picks me up, kisses me, covers me

and then slips me into his breast pocket

where I lie passive and content 

listening to his heartbeat 

feeling his chest rise and fall

as he reads the poetry we wrote

©Rose