Midnight Tryst

Lauri Blank's painting

 I think of you most of the time. I haven't been like this for quite sometime now. My crazy heart tells me it's pumping blood profusely than usual...Well, I guess that I'm in love again...and I fell for the least person I expected. 

Yes, I know...you seduced me and I've allowed myself to be seduced...

You brought me back to life...freeing my mind, my heart, my soul... 

There are days that I'd wish I could really fly...and you'll be the one to catch me...

OH, there's nothing wrong with wishful thinking... you could be here and I there...

You pervade my thoughts constantly...

...I can't resist you... 

Comments

  1. Roy DurhamJune 28, 2011 at 10:27 PM

    very lovely post and the poem are exultant thank you for a beautiful post lot of feeling here. thank you and god bless

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  2. Someone is SpecialJune 28, 2011 at 10:31 PM

    "unaware of each other's touch, making distance as constant as the air we both breathe" I love these lines and the entire poem Melissa.. Superb Poem....

    Someone is Special (a.k.a Saravana Kumar Murugan)

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  3. JIMJune 28, 2011 at 10:58 PM

    I'm here and you're there...
    both of us living our own realities...
    til our next rendezvous... in the silence of the night..

    A really great passage in a wonderful poem, whoever he is, he is one lucky man!!!!

    Jim

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  4. DebraJune 29, 2011 at 8:57 AM

    Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it.

    -- Song of Solomon 8:7

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  5. FhermissionJune 29, 2011 at 9:20 AM

    Distance need not hinder our hearts to express our LOVE...

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  6. AbhisekJune 29, 2011 at 5:09 PM

    There's pain but there's love too....both can be felt in this poem....but it's love that stays long with us..love can heal every pain...as Jim said whoever he is...is a lucky one.The painting up there is a masterpiece. :)

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  7. NelietaJune 30, 2011 at 7:15 AM

    I am so happy for you!!!!!!

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  8. UnknownJune 30, 2011 at 4:45 PM

    That poem strikes what's within me. hahaha. I wish I could fly too. hmmm.

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  9. sulekkhaJune 30, 2011 at 9:11 PM

    Melissa, I love your poem and the depth and longing in it tears my heart apart. You are lucky to have found such a soul-mate, distance makes the heart grow fonder...keep living and loving

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