I see a gleaming moon in the cold night sky,
and the late night's dew that blankets the pass.
floating leaves in a luver's breeze,
alone staring from my window, alone,
a night full of sorrow. A yellow-sheeted moon mocks me
My endless want, my strongest need
is a crushing burden in the passing days,
my longest nights,
that for no instant seem to grow lighter.
You are singing me to dizziness with torturous understanding
I lay and write stories, poems,
composed of my cluttered thoughts
I scowl at them and toss them aside.
it is I who am everything and nothing in your presence
and as the night turns to day, I cannot move,
I cannot speak,
but stare the day away.
all alone I sit with myself, smiling stupidly
of love, so pleasantly,
I dream of thee, your all I see,
my luv...my beautiful K...
and day dreams into night,
my heart is once again allowed to breath in your
glittering body as it is so sweetly
whispering over me in the shadows I feel you
like a caress in the darkness,
so tender and yet so harsh is your absence
you mold to me, flesh to unyielding flesh
No, luv, in answer to my moon's cold question,
I have not forgotten

Your poems are nice, but would it be too much to ask you put them all in one or two threads? Flooding the category knocks other people off the recent page. I realize you are new here, just a suggestion,

Mark