Before I Surrender Locked so tight within these lips, Words so true-- An undeniable yearning. A simple thing it is to tell you; Oh, to say it And feel the consequences. Like a coward I crouch in silence. Thinking the worst, Pre-judging your response, Not trusting life-- or you-- To sustain the rampant beating of my heart. Words cannot express Any feeling I shelter inside these dark walls. Nothing, Nothing but my eyes can Speak the absolute truth of my love for you. So, I close them When you're kissing me, when you're Holding me, when you're touching me So deep inside; I close them. I can't bear to watch you go, so I hide this breath of air, this burning fire Behind painted lids. I falter in this silence, Pausing in the security of your arms Knowing I can't say it, Wanting you to tell me with more Than your eyes and sweet, breathless whispers. My intuition glides hungrily over These delicate sighs, Seeking tangible truths in their obscurity. I must hear those words Before I surrender... Before I open my eyes. Dena L. Moore September 17, 2001 Before I Surrender... appears in my collection, Immortality Lives, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors. |
Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
Before I Surrender Locked so tight within these lips, Words so true-- An undeniable yearning. A simple thing it is to tell you; Oh, to say it And feel the consequences. Like a coward I crouch in silence. Thinking the worst, Pre-judging your response, Not trusting life-- or you-- To sustain the rampant beating of my heart. Words cannot express Any feeling I shelter inside these dark walls. Nothing, Nothing but my eyes can Speak the absolute truth of my love for you. So, I close them When you're kissing me, when you're Holding me, when you're touching me So deep inside; I close them. I can't bear to watch you go, so I hide this breath of air, this burning fire Behind painted lids. I falter in this silence, Pausing in the security of your arms Knowing I can't say it, Wanting you to tell me with more Than your eyes and sweet, breathless whispers. My intuition glides hungrily over These delicate sighs, Seeking tangible truths in their obscurity. I must hear those words Before I surrender... Before I open my eyes. Dena L. Moore September 17, 2001 Before I Surrender... appears in my collection, Immortality Lives, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors. |
The front page poem changes every 2-3 weeks. All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work. This page was last updated on July 5, 2003 Copyright February 2001 Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by Dena L. Moore |
