IowaScribe By IowaScribe, 17th Jun 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Just a poem I wrote several months ago.
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Sometimes I hear footsteps
After we make love
As my fingers softly slide down your leg
Or caress your cheek
Or comb through your hair.
Sometimes I hear footsteps and
I know it is you and
It is me
And it us our past catching up with us.

Sometimes I hear gallops
After we make love
As I gaze into those eyes that somehow
Are the color of warm ice.
I hear gallops as we taste each other’s breath
And bathe in the light of our smiles and
I know it is you and
It is me
And it is our future riding back to rescue us.

Sometimes I hear tiptoes
After we make love
As you whisper words like “everything”
And I sigh phrases which feature sounds of “always”
And “forever.”
Sometimes I hear tiptoes and
I know it is you and
It is me and
It is now, a living dream
And we walk softly so not to wake us.


A Love Poem, Iowa

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Iowa Scribe, is an established writer, editor, author, poet and playwright who is currently trying to pay the bills as a scribe in his home state of Iowa. See more of his work at

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
17th Jun 2013 (#)

Even though this is intimate and personal , it is so very well written and a joy to read .
Bless you

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
18th Jun 2013 (#)

Such tender feelings have brought our world thus far. Thanks for the sweet share - siva

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author avatar IowaScribe
20th Jun 2013 (#)

Thanks, to both of you, for the kind words about this poem! I am so glad you liked it!

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