My Endearing-est


My Endearing-est,

you are my and have always been my sweetest, delicious kiss,
i fell into the folds of your warming neck creases, it seems i never left,
oh, yes, i never left.

i (re)call upon the veins that pulse within your lips,
reminding my taste buds of the bliss that once spatted upon my own,
i thought of you yesterday when the Moon stroked the small of my back,
just as you did; that one time – we both know more.

as the breeze becomes cool, my breath becomes cold –
i find myself trapped in the snowglobe of history’s winter
when i loved more than, my heart can pulse blood through these entrails;
to keep me alive –
you and my memories settled into this cursed mind,
and i remember that i do know how to love.

My Endearing-est,

i wanted to write to you once again,
it has been ages, but my lungs still inhale and exhale longings for you,
there is not one day that passes my kaleidoscope eyes –
hoping for a day that they may look upon your form.

your form; that fit me so well,
clicked the sounds of the Universe as One,
when you held me in your arms, and we closed our eyes into each other.

my words still pour, and transform into the likeness of love,
but on the hottest day of summer when the thunderstorm struck,
and a tornado whipped by, we indeed; we caught our gaze that latched unity –
it held until the coldest of winter’s day while, snow covered my lashes,
standing outside your door and that was the only moment I knew of Love.

My Endearing-est,

my letters are all formed;
they have been for years, i have torn open my heart and thrust out my guts,
all over the pages of spiraling galaxies and trail-blazing Infinity,
so all i really wanted to say was, Hello – again.

Ok, Bye,
Yours Truly


Oh, boy this was another great prompt over at dVerse! We were to write a letter in the form of a poem, I wrote to a lost lover. 🙂 Thank you Mary! I had a lot of fun with this one.

Unfortunately, I have been busy most of the day and have had little time online. The evening calls and now I must be off the computer for the night so I cannot reply to my comments from yesterday or read anymore poems tonight. I will be back tomorrow – hopefully, bright and early.

Until then, go enjoy some other wonderful poetic letters! Good Night. ~ Angel

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11 Responses to My Endearing-est

  1. Rhonda says:

    Gorgeous Angel. I love it! (If course I always do :). )

  2. brian miller says:

    hello again….a chance anew…what a connection you describe there in the middle section…and def reason for the longing as well….the snow globe of history’s winter was an early line that really grabbed me…

    • There are times when I have one-liners or a set of words that inspire an entire poem, they usually come in the form of a visual picture, (movie-like) in my head. That line with the snow globe was one of them. A snow globe seems to pop up a lot for me too, it’s like my “rosebud” or something. It seems that if I let the image flow it spins into some sort of tale that I try to type out as quickly as possible.

  3. prewitt1970 says:

    Again such a wondrous journey through your words.

  4. Oh this turned into a really sad love story on unrequited love.. the images fading towards the end with just a terse… Hello… sad but true in many love affarirs

    • Yes, that is what I was grasping for! I think of love affairs as white dwarf stars – pulling and spinning, but destined to explode. They still spread across the universe and beyond though. 🙂

  5. Mary says:

    Angel, I really enjojyed this. It is nice somehow to recollect those lost loves, isn’t it? Even if they are over, there still are good memories. I am glad you shared….and said ‘hello again’ to your lost love, at least in poetry.

    • Thank you Mary! I like to hold onto to the good memories, but use the painful one to write with intense emotion. It feels good and painful at the same time. My healing process, I guess. 🙂

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