as if every lead was him
and existing for her.
The pages turned
with every breath she’d take
and she’d tear those written thoughts
out of her heart, only to throw them back
into the smoldering ashes of the bonfire
But her soul had burn marks
that only he could see
and the pages were yellow with age
yet all the time she yearned
to be his heroine
in his stack of books.
Tender kiss and tender touch,
never a question was asked
the stage belonged to her
and she danced to his beating heart,
where their ancient scribes were born
from writing to dancing close where
where fantasies erupted
and beating hearts
stopped for seconds
in a place where thousand year old souls
This is where they met
in the beginning and end of each novel
until their love rested.
They lived many lives
yet there was no end
to the endless artwork
their souls were immersed in.
A ghost can be heard in the halls of every
The echoes of every beat
would create the rhythm of writing
yet to be born,
and they would immerse themselves
They would live forever
in the pages of a book
lost on a shelf somewhere
this, the tragedy of their love.
Written by Christina Strigas and George Matt.
George is a poet who has been published in Neverlasting, a book of poetry. https://www.amazon.com/Neverlasting-Poetry-Love-Lust-Lechery/dp/0986427012/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
Also published in “the wood knots” available on Amazon.
He writes on Twitter as @gsmm67
where he posts his prolific poems and is part of a large writing community on Twitter.