Free verse № 134961
I saw Your Face Last Night
each line, each feature
in the ceiling
as I lay in bed
your eyes urgently staring
lips parted as if to receive
sleep distant
your illusion hovered
reaching to me
I lay still, staring
not wishing to lose you
in half-sleep
I tasted you in mind
waited for you to invade dreams
An empty place beside me
the sheets there cold
I traced your arms and back
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as I lay in bed,
each line, each feature
in the ceiling,
your eyes urgently staring,
lips parted as if to receive.
Sleep distant
your illusion hovered,
reaching to me.
I lay still, staring,
not wishing to lose you
in half-sleep,
I tasted you in mind,
waited for you to invade dreams.
An empty place beside me,
the sheets there cold,
I traced your arms and back.
The gospel, on the contrary, only speaks of the general relations of men to God and to each other - beyond which it inculcates and imposes no point of faith. This alone, besides a thousand other reasons, would suffice to prove that the former of these religions will never long predominate in a cultivated and democratic age, whilst the latter is destined to retain its sway at these as at all other periods."
Here's one that might amuse you.
http://www.poemhunter.com/john-updike/qu
Either someone culled John Updike's "pronouncements" for the most cloying and obvious, or he's dimmer than I've ever imagined.
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