Come Closer

Come Closer

He beckoned to me
fingers reaching
eyes aglitter
smile fixed.

I rushed to meet him
eager,
too frightened
of the cold
to know better.

Closer
he moaned
into my ear
his breath the sweet scent
of honeysuckle.

His arms held me
strong as vine
they wove themselves
against my body
into my hair.

Come closer still
he whispered
a melody in that
soundless tone
like birdsong.

I gazed
into his eyes
shifting green
the color of
spring.


This was written especially for:

ID: 701412   (Rated: 13+) Lexi's Poetry Challenge  **** preparing for round 47**** by Lexi Ashen Married John Ashen

© Copyright 2005 Anastasia Rabiyah (UN: traciahmarkou at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Anastasia Rabiyah has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.