The Lock and the Key

Posted: December 5, 2013 in Love Poems, Poetry
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In their rooms they loved each other.

He kept a photograph of her,

she would write about him in her diary.

He would write songs about her.

She would write love letters to him.

In the darkness, he thought about her,

and she of him.

They imagined each others bodies, each others faces.

When they answered each other through meeting

they would smile, faces glowing red, as if from cold.

They would touch, shoulders rubbed gently,

hands clasping– the lock and the key.

They whispered promises to each other,

spoke of dreams in hushed tones filled with wonder.

They kissed, and felt each others’ warmth.

They woke to gray morning,

clouds filling the sky, turning it silver.

At their parting, each sighed.

When he turned one way, and she the other,

all the things they whispered

buzzed like static

in their minds.

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  1. Reading this poem makes me think of Christian. I miss him,

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