Lost In Anticipation

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    Lost In Anticipation

    We lie here tonight, side by side, our bodies against one and other. My face inches from yours, inhaling in that sweet slumber you expel with every breath. I can almost taste the pure splendor of your dreams. Each flutter of your eyelids, every slight tremor of your muscles, telling a story of utter bliss. The sensation of your skin against mine sets my mind ablaze as if it were being hurled into a volcano. The soft murmur of your voice, so faint as though it had been spoken in another time, rings in my ears and my heart like symphony of angels. One so glorious that God himself would grasp to comprehend it. The feeling of absolute euphoria you bring me is unexplainable with mere words. I have never been so lucid as to myself, as when I find myself next to you. It is as if I have a complete and total awareness of my every sense of being. My mind is reeling and yet perfectly fixed at the same time. This unequivocal presence of happiness in my mind, body and soul has rendered me speechless. When I wake up, I know you’ll be gone, as this is simply a manifestation of anything and everything I could ever hope to find in my life. This is nothing but a dream, or is it, in fact, a nightmare?

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    8ineffable8 commented on Lost In Anticipation

    10-26-2013

    Very nice poem:) the ending is quite unexpected and makes you thinks and want to read the poem again. Good stuff

    Gracey commented on Lost In Anticipation

    08-14-2009

    WOW, brilliant. My answer would be a nightmare, no one is this perfect. But this poem on the other hand is. What make a poem turly good to me is the ending, And the ending to this was briliant and very very powerful. Welldone :)

    Gracey commented on Lost In Anticipation

    08-14-2009

    WOW, brilliant. My answer would be a nightmare, no one is this perfect. But this poem on the other hand is. What make a poem turly good to me is the ending, And the ending to this was briliant and very very powerful. Welldone :)

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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