POETRY BY - Lana Sorensen - Email Comments to LaniCuti22@aol.com - Poetry - http://maxpages.com/nichola/Lana

Ode to My Pillow

My sweet, soft cloud,
smelling of sleep and knowledge.
The barer of my dreams.
The essence of rubies
and gold
for its presence.
The sweet fragrance
dwells through my mind,
I am taken.
To a small room
in which we call sleep.
Crystallized with
the bluest sapphires and
bright rays.
But only my pillow,
so witty and mild,
could take me to such a place.
Only my pillow
could ever prove
so much beauty.
Beauty to itself
and the joy it gets
from taking me
through dreams so
grand.
Such a simple thing,
really.
My pillow, it waits.
Each morning,
and each night.
When my head falls.
To when my eyes open...
always waiting
for me.
Such patience
and pride
to be there for
me and my dreams.

The Stars

Take me there because they are so bright.
Burning my eyes and blurring my vision.
The ringing voice is luring me.
A beauties cry for one glance.
So far away but I feel it=92s rays warming my finger tips.
The smell of hot fire crackers in the moon light mist rickles through my
nose,
and I taste all of its beauty in one, full inhale.

Perfect Night

The car was cold and the seats were brittle. The snow was trying to be its hottest against the sharp air.
The snow was racing between the other cars and created a misty dust, the head
lights made each flake
glimmer and shine more then what is seen on the wind shield. I looked out the window at a each flake as it
landed on the glass.
My breath steamed and my heart ran faster
each time you looked at me,
even though you were looking at my legs and chest.
We go into the restaurant that your mom
claims is the best and we wait,
a more intense wait,
we knew the conversations would be heavy and honest.
As we sit, I glance at
you glancing at me and we laugh so childishly and playfully. As the waiter
takes our orders I study you,
sweet you, only you. Yours lips move so rapidly and calm...so confident of
what they'll say will come out correct.
Your tongue so pink and eager.
Your nose smells the stuffy room
filled with smoke and cheap cologne.
Eyes wondering around the room and the skinny bar tender. I cant help but gaze into those
innocents eyes...so blue and so gentle,
I doubt theyve seen any pain.
We find ourselves staring at eachother
and looking away immaturely like it was the most embarrassing thing
weve ever endured.
Your hair so curly and your eyebrows so plainly stubborn but your eyelashes so boldly perfect.
You probably dont know
how lucky those rosy lips are to feel your soft tongue. Your lips always are so moist and perfect.
As we wait for our drinks you become impatient
and you sigh and those plushed
pads from which you speak
from become tense and slam together in their fury,
for what fury there maybe.
We speak as if no one is
there listening about what love is and how good it can be when two people like ourselves come together.
Our hands locked I feel your heart beat
at the same pace as mine,
but softer and calmer because you are
a more calm person then I,
I can admit that.
You mumble a few words and you
take a drink, I couldnt help
but not here over an old man hackling away at a perverted joke. You look at me
with all the patience and
all I can see your heart in your eyes come out. I stare at your lips as they
tremble and think about what
theyre going to say. Without any flaws or stuttering you say as honest as you
can... I love you.
A phrase
I hear often but sounded so much more original from you. My fingers become
warm and my face is
blushed, I notice Im gripping your hands tighter as my eyes well up in tears.
All things are racing through
my mind but I manage to repeat the same to you.
So we finish, now more open
and friendly, it is now O.K.
to stare at each other and kiss in the public because of three simple words
that were much more then
what they seem but less tense then how they are looked at is being.
Its still cold out and the car is still
frost bitten but the atmosphere is hot and tickled.
The cool air dried our hands that were twined together.
A smooth breeze ran through our fingers and we look at each other proudly and smile and a kiss longer then
normal and more meaningful brings closer together spiritually.
I feel your soft lips and burn into your eyes
so blue. We drive and drive,
going back to my house and the snow flakes are
bigger and they seem more
gentle and soft then they did before; the head lights from the other cars
dont hurt as much to look at now
and the heat from the truck is easier to breathe.
I get out of the car not
wanting to leave, craving a longer
car ride to stare at you careful eyes watching the roads and again glancing at
me and my body but Im
more respect, craving so badly to stay longer because we now sit closer and more comfortably.
But amist all of my cravings I give up and get out of the car leaving with one last kiss
and to exchange one last I love you.
I go to bed and think about the night and the night
pleasure it gave and the nights perfect
snow and everything the night had and how much it gave to us and our love.
I realized the night had a big
part to my life and how grateful I was for just this one night.
Of all the stars Ive admired and how I would
go on about their beauty...
I was grateful for all those beauties to not be out
because it made the night what it was.
Perfect. Without heat in the air and without sun light without the grass sparkled with summer dew it
was still all so perfect.
My love still running wild for you because you gave
me a perfect night.

Poems written by: Lana Sorensen

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