Open Poetry #48 |
crevasses into the wash of night |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
He played with her lips like a shadows run against the weeded grass following the river wild One by one touching the echoes of each side of her hips swaying one way to the alleyway swinging back into his soft side. Her hair past the coat of brunette straight tightly wrapped around her shoulders like the pages of her skin turning to rose, red As tears of a storm overshadowed, overcast shelter, the coughs hidden sound behind the winds draft to the quiet prelude their kiss the chance for her heart to be touched by his and her arm to slightly curl around his broad shoulders. As she touched the bottom of her feet towards the wet dews of the fields with her eyes under the small rivers heart resting on the pigeon filled trees basking in the light on the pitch of June night. |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
this touches those sacred spots that we don't even know we have until someone, something fills them with such glory |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Emma- Thank you for the kind words...happy you enjoyed and touched a piece of you. Hope you're well. Cheers Tomer |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed...James |
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