Poetry For The Masses

Nomad

They looked to the horizon, the lone nomad, and mumbled soft promises to themself. While they traveled along the land that not only supplied them but also tried to kill them, their loved one awaited across the sea. Clothed in fine silk, dining off of elegant dishes, resting in the softest bed, and living the most comfortable life. Or, so they hoped.

All the while, the nomad wandered and searched, for their lover requested a necklace; a chain of gold and a heart-shaped charm of ruby and sapphire to wear around her slim neck. The traveler wandered long under relentless sun, walked far through dangerous lands. They murmured sayings of their beloved, her bright blue eyes burned into their eyes- into their brain- for eternity. "Alone I travel for you, so with you I can stay," they chant to themself as the wetlands squish below their boots.

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A nomad my lover is; their travels long and far, but their rewards great and overwhelming. Their kisses and short visits to see me in my elegance are worth the wait. Their cocky smile and deep brown eyes, their slick, black hair, their lean, tanned body. Their being haunts my dreams while they wander for the gift I had requested for my birthday, with promises they'd be back to see me wake to the sunrise, to the glimmering jewelry that no man would hunt for.

But their presence is fleeting, for a week they'll be here, then leave for at least 10 times that. Kisses on my nose and cheek only last so long. "Away from me you stay, but here with me I wish you'd lay," I whisper at night, under my silk sheets and fleece blankets. How I adore them, their warmth and presence and smile. How I wish I could simply be with them for the rest of my days. But a nomad they remain, and alone I shall complain that my lover is too far to reach.