Crouched against your garden wall
wondering if you know at all.
Soaked hair plastered to my head,
and you were fast asleep in bed.
Frozen fingers,chattering teeth,
you above and me beneath.
I dream that you could feel the same.
You do not even know my name.
Tomorrow night I'll strike again
to haunt you in the pouring rain.
The wind has turned my fingers blue.
My only thought to be with you.
Beautiful, Julia. Haunting, romantic yearning...
ReplyDeletethe chills come with the stalker and who knows what to expect next--- great write!
ReplyDelete"The wind has turned my fingers blue" - perfect image of a stalker.
ReplyDeleteWonderful writing. Beautiful flow.
well done...
ReplyDeleteBrilliant!
ReplyDeleteKind of creepy yet romantic. Enjoyed reading :)
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