Shall I tell you what she does for me?
Shall I show you the blisters on her hands?
Where She has held my heart,
Aflame with passion’s rage
Shall you see?
how Her tender cheek,
Bears the tracks of ink tears
Which She sheds for what I can not produce
On this page
Even though I lay the book open and pour out
A deluge upon the leaves
She, alone, stands in the dark with me
I can feel Her air near me
And I do not shiver in the black
She will take my rough hands
Into the velvet fortresses of Her own
And though my heart trembles
And though I am tired
And though there is much I fear
I will feel Her against my lips
I will taste Her kiss
And my pen will, once again,
speak of Her beauty
Eric Syrdal is an independent poet/author. He’s an avid gamer and Sci-Fi enthusiast. He enjoys reading science fiction and fantasy literature and spends a great deal of his writing time focused in those genres. He is from New Orleans, Louisiana, where he lives with wife and two children. You can read more Eric’s writing at My Sword and Shield….