Wandering
Arianne Nellessen
[aris2002@hotmail.com]
The breeze blows against me and it sends chills down
my spine.
It sends my mind wandering over to you.
You wander in my mind until the breeze blows bitter
scents through my nostrils,
And it makes me shudder.
You make me shudder.
You taste like the breeze in winter, cold and evil.
You appear like an angel, but that is only skin deep.
You feel like death five times over,
And your embrace is like that of sweet suicide in the
morning.
The sun gives me no peace.
It is the fire burning in your eyes.
The seas foam lapping at my feet,
The perfect picture of peacefulness on a cool spring
morning --
Only torments me,
With the way it touches me only briefly,
Then wanders back out into the sea,
Leaving me alone again.
You do not understand,
I only wish that I too did not.
© 1999 Arianne Nellessen, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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This poem was written a few months ago about a guy, who will remain nameless, that
drove me crazy with his touch and run love. I'll never understand guys, and he just
proved me right. Hey buddy, yeah you, you know who you are!
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