It's only with cunning hands
and this adroit tongue can I
slip my way past your defenses
and into your beating chest,
claim stake in a corner, plant
my passion and speak myself
reminders to patient remain
till you come around to
stay with me willingly, forever.
Mingling, slickly, I tangle my
tangible sensibility in your hair,
hide in the shadow of your
shoulder blade, to gather
strength, to gather courage
keeping this soul resolute strong
against any attempted
farewell. You say you
feel your chest beginning to swell
and I keep reading you haikus
to cope with my love;
I can be a bit much
I've been told and messages
of Summer rains always brought
your cheeks rising heavenward.















Comments
folds folds folds. these words are delicious the fold so perfectly
they curb to each other like tongue and lips.
i felt the simplicity of laying with the love of your life. and finding perfection in that precise moment.
wait, wait. would be perfect.
but i sensed 'unspoken words'
especially because i felt i could hear them speaking in whispers.
repetitions of "i love you..i love you.. i love you.."
which is kept in the heart and projected as "you feel your chest beginning to swell"...
perfect.
i love this so much.
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"Wake up! just close your eyes.. i wanted to tell you, i think i'm ready, i'm ready to free fall in the unknown."-Bohemianpoets.
So glad you like this. Was such an organic, simply astounding feeling at the time. So glad you like this.
--
My boy, if silence is golden, you are bankrupt. -
Charlie Chan
i think should your writing one day be captured in a visual way..
epic. is the word. Epic.
--
"Wake up! just close your eyes.. i wanted to tell you, i think i'm ready, i'm ready to free fall in the unknown."-Bohemianpoets.
--
My boy, if silence is golden, you are bankrupt. -
Charlie Chan
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