H. Ray Davis


I wake every morning with the fear that the elusive love I feel will leave me. The  agony of the memory of you will fade. The thoughts of you and all the passion that I hold so close. Kissing the nape of your neck, so intertwined it was unclear where one began and the other ended. I cast myself in you! You are the very air that feeds the fire that burns within me. I am lost in you.


H R Davis


  • Claudelle DeLuna

    Great poem! HR Davis

  • H. Ray Davis

    Thank you. I’m not sure what I do is really poetry. The old Romantics would keep a collection of love letters. Mine aren't to anyone. They were just thoughts that I felt when I was alone. LOL

  • sylviasearcher

    I am.alwats fascinated by poets who wrote for loves they have never known.

    The feelings in the poems are so strong. I don't think I have that power of imagination.

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