If I could
brush my lips
across your skin
anew.
Escape
the gravity well
of all the other skins
I have tasted.
Unknow
the inevitable
knowing of what
comes next.
Erase
the salt of sweat,
the sensation of a live thing
against my mouth.
Unburden
myself of expectation
and the dull surety
of history.
Discover
your shore like a dazed
and shipwrecked sailor,
glad of solid ground.
That kiss
would be
the truest one
I ever gave.
YES! That’s it. Perfect…
oh, that is beautiful!
Such a sense of tortured yearning, and the blight of history on the ability to reconnect with a lover.
thank you
Simply lovely… Thank you for sharing your gift with us.
submissive deference, in training
aka @DragonPurrPurr
Your poem is a kiss, and true.
Oh if only we could.
Once again, a favourite writer has brought me to tears.
Thank you. I know my heart has not died.
Words that transcend the barrier that haunts me. If only…words were as vivid as the longing, then there would be less to long for, and more to have.
Truly beautiful!
Meme
Gorgeous.
That is hauntingly beautiful.
That photo & poem are … haunting, intriguing & lovely.
Kudos as always.
Keep posting & I will keep reading