Sunday, October 27, 2013

entirely

*

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
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9 comments:

  1. UnknownOctober 27, 2013 at 3:38 PM

    A romantic sort of melancholy {good melancholy sSunday.

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  2. daphnepurpusOctober 27, 2013 at 4:50 PM

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

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  3. humbirdOctober 27, 2013 at 6:02 PM

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

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  4. UnknownOctober 28, 2013 at 3:22 AM

    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. UnknownOctober 28, 2013 at 8:28 AM

    Ty, Daphne.

    Hi Humbird, Ty.

    You are so right, Opal. Ty.

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  6. gautami tripathyOctober 28, 2013 at 8:45 AM

    Sensuous!!

    erosion


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  7. UnknownOctober 28, 2013 at 4:24 PM

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

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  8. Jae RoseOctober 29, 2013 at 6:02 AM

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

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  9. Old EggNovember 24, 2013 at 3:36 PM

    The satisfaction of finding love so beautifully put.

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Love to read your positve-heartfelt thoughts.

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