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Open Poetry #40

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Tim
Senior Member

since 1999-06-08

Posts 1794

0 posted 2007-05-01 06:59 PM

with but the slightest touch
of a fingertip I travel your body
not north to south nor east to west
but much as a child might do while
exploring a tidal pool
slowly,
cautiously,
but with an anticipation and fascination
at each newly found wonder-
a need,
a need to touch, to feel,
to draw you in through the pores
of my fingertips-
to savor every inch of your being
focussing not on lip nor breast
but on the essence,
the essence of you.

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

1 posted 2007-05-01 08:19 PM

This brought back a tactile memory, Tim,
of when I was very little and had the pleasure
of sitting on a grandparent, or parent's lap,
and my thumb would go round and round
over their nails. One parent's hand might be polished,
the other parent's hand rough with the day of hammering nails
and laying cement.

Still, the memory is there, and you brought it
home again.

[This message has been edited by Sunshine (05-01-2007 08:56 PM).]

aziza
Member Elite

since 2006-07-09

Posts 2995
Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy!

2 posted 2007-05-01 08:20 PM

This is beautiful.
Just breathtakingly beautiful.

A

Jenna
Member

since 2007-03-20

Posts 180

3 posted 2007-05-02 09:10 AM

It certainly is breathtaking. I loved this poem

nakdthoughts
Member Laureate

since 2000-10-29

Posts 19200
Between the Lines

4 posted 2007-05-02 06:14 PM

the essence is what's important~~

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

5 posted 2007-05-03 02:14 AM

Absolutely captivating lines, a very fine piece of poetry.

Love,
Margherita

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