"One Last Moment - A Sestina Poem"
This poem inspired by Docmo who introduced me to Sestinas. Learn more by reading his hub:
"One Last Moment"
I've watched you from a distance.
How I have thought of this moment,
when your lips are against mine, in a loving embrace,
your hands touch my skin,
and I breathe you in, your essence.
But the pain when you're gone is too much to bear.
I said its too much to bear,
to watch you go, so far a distance.
You leave me breathless without your essence,
and I'm clouded with every memory, every moment,
lost in despair as your touch breaks away from my skin.
I have lost your embrace.
It was always that feeling, that embrace,
that made life easy to bear.
Without it I am just an empty shell of skin,
following a path of least resistance, far into the distance,
of a lost dream, faded memory, forgotten moment.
I can no longer feel your essence...
Which is everything to me, your essence,
so bittersweet, your embrace.
It pains me to know that this will end, this moment.
Perhaps, never to be again, I can't bear,
it will kill me, this distance,
between us, our hearts, our minds, our skin...
How I will miss the taste of your skin.
It is your very essence,
as I watch you leave and walk into the distance.
I have encountered our last embrace.
The tears pour out, my eyes can no longer bear.
This is our last time, our last moment.
And I will always remember this moment.
I will always remember the taste, the touch, the smell of your skin.
The memory will be too much to bear,
as you fade, it remains, an essence.
In my dreams I will find your loving embrace,
and once again watch and wait from a distance.
It was in this one last moment, dreams became distance.
The feel of your skin un-real, I can't feel your embrace.
Dreams too hard to bear, I've lost your essence.
© Copyright NMJ 2012
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