Issue 40 · One poem
The Night
Dark hours that teach what daylight cannot.
Late at night awake,
Unable to sleep again.
Longing for your touch,
Wanting to feel your skin
Looking at your face,
The image before my mind
Studying out your features
I can't believe your mine.
Gazing in to your eyes,
I lose all of my control.
I think I see eternity,
I know I feel your soul.
Now focusing on your lips,
I long to have a kiss.
I need to have you near me,
You know not how you are missed.
I can smell your hair before me,
Every long and gorgeous strand.
I want to caress your body,
And feel you olive tan.
I pretend to hold your hand,
And pull you close to me.
Then I grip my pillow tightly,
I know were meant to be.
I dream of nibbling on your ear,
Sending shivers down your spine.
Oh, how much longer must I wait,
Before I make you mine.
“In the quiet of the night the heart speaks loudest.”
The Night
§Clark J. Madsen