Open Poetry #46 |
slowly skimming the floor |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She took her clothes off Her winter tea on the table across from her The night was her porch, shouting from her heart Until the blue wind stopped, like the morning dawn. It is not my right to dream, To believe in the midnight summer night It is not my right to see a woman like a scarf run her eyes to the wind The way the mothers of the west let their newborns crawl to the very corners of their rooms. She took her clothes off because the color of my eyes could not keep up with all they layers she wore With her slightly naked skin, slightly falling breath I kissed her mouth and the oceans spread for the angels to be alive and well Beyond the way she felt her skin rub against mine I kissed her cheeks for I was scared that they would harden, Scared that the night would go dark and lose sleep because of what we had, Scared because I havenÕt seen this yet. |
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Eusta B. Mae Senior Member
since 2010-05-03
Posts 903 |
WOW! ebm |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Eusta...happy you enjoyed Tomer |
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