Promise Poem by Ahyela Andojar

Promise

Rating: 5.0


I clasped it tightly until veins turned blue.
Solitary warmth, I know
Would not suffice
This hand is as cold as ice.

A flame is what my heart yearns
Not the shame in your grin
Or the arch of your mustache
Or dots resting in your wrinkled skin.

Until I go beyond
The years of solitary warmth,
I would remain intimate
To the beating of my wrists, promise.



(20/9/2010 DOha, Qatar)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Romeo Della Valle 10 October 2010

An excellent and well penned write! Keep it up! 10+++Love and Peace...

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