Midnight Hollow

I feel him rummage through my midnight hollow
fingering my heart,yet he will not follow.

His calloused hand move like hours
I blossom and bloom, but wilt like flowers.

I yearn for his stem, his waves, his oil,
then a part of his lips leads me to recoil.

I ache for touch, but my swells still clench,
I turn toward him, the reward of his wrench.

How is skin so familiar? Fingertips so strong?
This is what happens, when time turns for too long.

My pillowcase creases with the gnaw of my fist,
daylight is easy, but night can’t resist.

He is planted so deep, so deep in my dreams,
my body is taken by the past that screams.

His hands tick, with the minutes, away,
with the rise of the sun, my light starts to fade.

Deep in my screams, I run till I wallow
into the dark, my midnight hollow.

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17 thoughts on “Midnight Hollow

  1. love this maggie. i like how you use opposite feels within the lines. i love that title too. i hope you have a wonderful day. mine is just getting started:)

  2. Oh honey, this is beyond terrible…
    this is what happens when you run out of Albuterol.
    Ya, I can ryhme too.
    Boo-hoo, hoo hoo…

  3. It’s pretty funny how any critical comments have been deleted. Why do you only leave the positive ones on? I’m sorry but your poetry is quite awful and you obviously have no idea what half of the definitions are for the words that you use. I highly recommend the you take the critical comments with a grain of salt and maybe try to improve your poetry.

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