Open Poetry #39 |
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Leap Before You Look |
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aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
I didn’t know he desired me He didn’t know he would be my first The sun shone high over the serrated peaks As the river demanded attention And the wind blew my hair across my face As I watched tanned hands and intense eyes And wondered why I was there The late night fire on a lonely sandbar Warmed my skin and danced across him As he lay across from me His voice was as rough as the silt under my fingers But it enticed me, lulled me as words skittered Across my body teasing me with anticipation There is no right time – there is only ‘this’ time And there is that time on the sandbar When the river whispered its approval When the late night sun warmed bared skin And I learned that sometimes we should just leap And look later if we have to. aziza |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
I like your work Aziza - more please ![]() Be well Roniece |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
"There is no right time – there is only ‘this’ time..." There is no arrival, there is only journey. Thank you for sharing this. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I agree with icebox...There is no right time – there is only ‘this’ time those lines remind me... Happy Thanksgiving M |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sometimes we expect too much or we expect too little and fail to enjoy just what we have good write Alison |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
mmmm hmmmmm nice ms |
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