Untitled No. 2 by David Rullo

As I drink in your simple beauty,

I become more desperate for each gaze,

You are stunning elegance

And I continually crave your form.

As arid as any desert,

As barren as any wasteland,

As lost as any sailor marooned,

Without your love I roam, empty in the night.

Tortured, I despise our nightly sleep,

When side by side we lay,

But alone in slumber we stride,

Too cruel are these lost moments,

Separating you and me.

I mark each day we’ve shared,

And mourn its eventual passing,

A thousand flowers bloom,

In fields where our daily love dies.

As the moon gives way to sun,

And I wake to find you, tending to our son,

I drink in your simple beauty,

And become more desperate for each gaze.

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One thought on “Untitled No. 2 by David Rullo

  1. ericamilesx

    A poem of yearning, of missing time not spent with the woman he loves, written with simple elegance, vulnerability, and elegance. Worth reading repeatedly to get the full-strength of the poetry–like a glass of some potent drink both the reader and writer crave.

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