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Open Poetry #48

Hands of the hips

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2013-05-31 06:48 PM

I touched her arm
for I didn't want my grandfather
to be seeing a man alone
and have the wind have to translate his thoughts to me

I wanted a tear to see
an embrace off the lights brigade
for her blue eyes,
pupils the size of dimes
came stringing along
like the bulbs of light on a hang wire
that crossed along the space of her front lawn

Her hands touched the inside of my hips
the right side tying the left inward
with her soft sigh along the rivers stream
flowing behind their yard

She slowly moved towards his left ear
light, whispering words
His hand around her right breast

lips never leaving one another
for the move of her hair,
shades of fall, brown with the bronze streams of yarn
moved in waves around her cotton pillow

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