the sky
black as the ink
on the pages I write
no moon no glowing stars tonight
why is it every time
you are away
the nights
appear darkest?
the fates should know by now
the chilling darkness frightens me
when I am without you
I hide my eyes
I have you back
heart beating against mine
perfect strong arms surrounding me
and delicious kisses
stealing my fear


[Inspired by characters of my own creation…]
© what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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14 Responses to ink.

  1. Who wouldn’t love someone like that? If you create an extra, could I have him?

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Meg Sorick says:

    I’m with Diane, write me one of them, too!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Eric says:

    This is wonderful, Sandra! 💕

    Liked by 1 person

  4. VictoryInTrouble says:

    Well, if you’re making extra… 😉
    Beautiful poem!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. mandibelle16 says:

    Beautiful poetry Sandra.

    Liked by 1 person

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