Wonderful Love

Wonderful Love

A Poem by G. Anderson

You held much more than my hands in yours.

You held my heart.

My love.

Joy.

Happiness.

You held everything that constructed me.

 

The moon was a milky crescent in the sky,

And our silhouettes swayed with dance.

You held me close.

In love,

Close to your heart, where I was meant to be.

 

The crickets trilled in the forest, cloaked

By a mystic black cover of night.

The weeds parted and swished

Around our hips

As we silently met the riverbank.

 

The moist sand delicious under our barren feet.

Stars glimmering like medallions in the murky water.

The tiny gurgle of currents ushering over rounded pebbles.

 

Two heartbeats together, sounding in the night.

Love is a beautiful thing.

And being in love with someone to share it,

Is all the more beautiful.

 

We laid on the shore, the water hungrily lapping at our feet.

The whispers of the night winds licked at my hair,

Your shirt.

And you turned to me.

 

I am in love with you.

I want to make love to you.

 

The heartbeats speed up.

We fill the night air with wondrous sounds

And graceful breaths.

My hands knead into the weeds,

The grains of sand massage my back with every movement.

 

And you take me.

And I give it to you.

We are finally one, in soul

and Body.

 

We share the mountain-top feeling,

Gasping,

Dew and sweat shining on our

Nude bodies.

We make a wonderful sight.

A wonderful thing.

We make wonderful love.

 

I hate the moment our skin departs,

Severing the insanely satisfying moment we've shared.

Everything was perfect.

We were perfect.

The love was perfect.

The chemistry was perfect.

 

WAS.

 

I've made love once,

And only once.

For you've gone,

Taking with you my happiness,

and much more than my virtue.

© 2010 G. Anderson


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I am in love with your writing death row. You are a simply gifted writer. I know, I have been in love only once before too, and it's sad how that romance, that majesty, that special nature of love is so ladened by lust and disrespect and no longer sanctified. I wish I could go back to those days of love. I would trade all these men, these play things, for that one man who would love me for all my days.
kena sungoddess dawn

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I am in love with your writing death row. You are a simply gifted writer. I know, I have been in love only once before too, and it's sad how that romance, that majesty, that special nature of love is so ladened by lust and disrespect and no longer sanctified. I wish I could go back to those days of love. I would trade all these men, these play things, for that one man who would love me for all my days.
kena sungoddess dawn

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

awh....i really like this. (:
so beautiful. :D

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very Enchanting In Feelings And In A Mindset It Brings True Feelings To Ones Heart And Mind. Throwing It All At Once To See The Insite Of Ones Self. Very Good I Like This One.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The imagery is very sweet and convincing, plus the flow is very well maintained.
Sometimes the most immature or common events are written with the most mature instinct.
Such writings become special.
Such as this.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You've shared such beautiful moments.. those that bring people alive... and yet also the haunting sadness of letting go.. Love is so full of all that makes life richer and deeper. Your last lines share that painful feeling when love is gone..

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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G. Anderson

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