Poetry by

Aurora Antonovic


 

Things I Want To Save



 The way you breathe tonight,
Lying peacefully beside me;
The way you hold me,
In the crook of your arm
So protectively,
As if I am a glass figurine
Of priceless worth,
Which could easily shatter
If not handled just so.
The way we sleep,
In some sort of nocturnal ballet,
Our bodies in fluid motion,
Always touching,
Always holding,
Ever reluctant
To let go.
The way your eyes plead,
When you tell me
That I am
The only one for you,
They speak as though
They are begging
Me to understand
That my love is
Vital
To your soul.
The way you brush my hair,
And then move it aside,
In one smooth column,
To kiss the back of my neck
And whisper your sweetness against it.
The way you breathe kisses into me
And murmur
My own words of poetry
Back to me
As though they were
The most cherished gift
A soul could want,
Accompanying them
With the gentlest of caresses.
If I could
I would put all of these moments
Into a big box
And draw them out
For the times
You aren’t here
And press them against the side of my face
And next to my heart
While I breathe a soft sigh
And gently cry.



Your Love




Your eyes
Never leave me
When we are together,
They are like a
Lingering caress,
That begins
At the top of my head,
And flows with the waves
Of my hair,
All the way
Down,
They trace the outline
Of my every curve
With the kind of
Gentle brazenness,
That only
Age-old intimacy
Can bring about.
They repeat the pattern,
Again and again,
All the while burning,
Your love,
Into my soul.

 

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