I cried for the moment to end To come back again To stay frozen forever. Anxiety? Maybe. Anticipation? Trepidation? Excitement? Desire? Fear? Why name an emotion? Instead just feel.
It sits there in my gut, Waiting to erupt. Longing for you. No, waiting for you, Like a monk. My body it's monastery.
It has a faith I lack. Never looking forward or back. It knows you'll come along, To me, for me. Mine. This faith feeling, This destiny divine.
Like Love it is everlasting, This moment, pin needle sharp In time. A razor’s edge So thin, tightrope walked, Exponent of infinity, A constant point. Just there, No equation Or equal sign.
I wait here. For it to explode. For infinity to cease. The amalgamation of all I feel To come together In one Big Bang.
Poof. It goes. Not a whimper Or whisper. Life goes on As before.
A collection of poems from seductive and spicy to thoughtful and observant. 39 of the best poems from the AuthorStew blog and scattered across the Internet are gathered in this collection. There is sure to be something within this collection that will delight you.
C. Stuart Lewis creates poems with feeling, intelligence and sex appeal. His short stories and books focus on characters that feel real in real world situations. Originally from the United States he now resides in Ontario, Canada. Check out his webpage at TheAuthorStew.ca
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