i never used to show anyone any poetry i wrote, but as time passes and i'm distanced from the events that inspired them, i don't mind showing the old ones that i still like. here's two from when i was 17. neither really has a title.
I. from July 1993
soft,
silkiness
of your arms around
and surrounding
me with warmth
oh, the love
i feel in you
emanating from
arms i could easily fall a-
"sleep"
i heard distinctly
and instantly obeyed
how could i not
within such a comforting circle
locking in the peace
and serenity
of my slumber
II. part of something from November 1993
i love
the gentle touch of your fingers
tugging at my soul
brushing your lips across
my open wounds
healing them with the
salt of your tears
I. from July 1993
soft,
silkiness
of your arms around
and surrounding
me with warmth
oh, the love
i feel in you
emanating from
arms i could easily fall a-
"sleep"
i heard distinctly
and instantly obeyed
how could i not
within such a comforting circle
locking in the peace
and serenity
of my slumber
II. part of something from November 1993
i love
the gentle touch of your fingers
tugging at my soul
brushing your lips across
my open wounds
healing them with the
salt of your tears