Open Poetry #40 |
You |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
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. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
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).] |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
This is beautiful. Just breathtakingly beautiful. A |
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Jenna Member
since 2007-03-20
Posts 180 |
It certainly is breathtaking. I loved this poem |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
the essence is what's important~~ M |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Absolutely captivating lines, a very fine piece of poetry. Love, Margherita |
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