A View To A Kill

it is dark
the only light getting in
thru an open window
is the moonlight

naked you lay in bed
waiting for me

i undress myself
now is the presentation of all the truth
i have

you wait for my embrace
as blood rushes to my face

i love you i know
but tonight i will not say it

i let all my actions speak
tenderly to your receptions

do not say the words
i do not need them tonight

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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