Me, Marsha Marie

Am I in Love With a Memory?  By Marsha Marie   A touch down your back. My fingertips are soft and vibrate with excitement.  I lean over and gently caress your neck with my lips. Your scent blinds me with desire. How can I tell him? Will he believe me? You roll over and I gaze into your eyes.  I see the young love you once were. I replay the taste embedded in my heart. I lay in your arms and dream of how I wish things could be. I feel your heart. I feel your warmth. Kiss me and hold me. We unite and complete the passion we once burned. I often wonder if you are thinking of me. Do you miss me? Does my scent linger in your mind? Can you be my hero? Can you help me escape my self-made prison? I close my eyes and still feel your youthful smile. I imagine gliding my fingertips across your lips. Your eyes the window to your soul. I feel as if I am standing in a forest calling your name? No one hears. Not even you. I cry to the leaves to hide my shame. Hide me from the chains that bind. I want

Whisper      By Marsha Marie long ago too far now just a memory is it fair? a unknown voice says, yes wish i were there to keep you warm to heal the scars time has scattered between us again i feel i have hurt you. i cannot reach. if only i could hear you whisper my name. a gentle breathing of our love into existence.  a tender touch to the face a gentle kiss of remembrance but silence is deafening and distance agony a reminder of the judgment called down from high youth trampled and left us searching  but we shall never find …….we shall never find i concede oh great prophets  you have won this round  but in the shadows i will continue to whisper his name until my dying breath…. “daniel, i love you” THAT they can never drown.