born along the white linens

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Open Poetry #48

born along the white linens

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2013-06-11 03:41 PM

They used the pistols of the morning heat
onto each others bodies like small rows of
eyes that touched the soft sand of the Iranian desert

Her skin
tan oil
his eyes passed through her
with a shadows shy stare

Her waistline was thin
reaching for his front shoulders
her navals quiver,
mimicking their yards front tree branches bristle
towards the westbound river

as his hands
watched her collarbone
breathe in and out from inside her sweater
each part of her pulse
blended its way towards his lips

Tonight
love rests with the buried sheets
beneath the skin
and their sighs,
pace for pace with their legs spread
across the white linens
as his hand lay on the base of her cheek
until mornings bend.

Copyright Tomer Fried 2013

JamesMichael
Member Empyrean

since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

1 posted 2013-06-17 10:08 PM

Enjoyed...James

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