Sunday, October 27, 2013

entirely

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my flesh pebbles
your kisses are flames
that erode my thoughts

as i become your clay
folded to bend
flowering your desires

and still my heart feels
safe

her yearning suddenly
done.

mn

whirl

9 comments:

  1. A romantic sort of melancholy {good melancholy sSunday.

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  2. Very nice--"and still my heart feels safe."

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  3. nice little pebble-poem...love it :)

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  4. If you can find someone where you feel free to let yourself go but still feel safe, you've done it right!

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  5. Ty, Daphne.

    Hi Humbird, Ty.

    You are so right, Opal. Ty.

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  6. I love the title that goes with your poem! A beautiful to become the clay when the hands provide safety!

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  7. Yes - the title is really expored and given meaning in a carefully chosen use of the words..

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  8. The satisfaction of finding love so beautifully put.

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Love to read your positve-heartfelt thoughts.