Enigma of love.

Between dreams and reality
in a subconscious state
half asleep and half awake
I heard her distinct voice.

Not able to understand 
what she was saying
or was she just praying
in sharp yet forceful whispers. 

I struggled to grasp
and make sense of it all
sweet or bitter words of gall
she mattered the most to me.

Desperately anxious and in wanting 
to know what’s floating in her mind
was it love I saw or was I definitely blind
all that she portrayed was not enough.

I wanted much more of her
all her curves and broken pieces
all her folds and uneven creases
I wanted her to be completely
completely mine.

Copyrighted by Annadine Charles.

  

 

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