no words for
no words for
the way your heart
sings along your veins
and skips
in tiny ripples
over your throat
no words for the smoothness
of your pores slipping into mine
no words for
the sweet taste of your skin
like a wild island
the soft scent of home
on this unknown shore
the way your heart
sings along your veins
and skips
in tiny ripples
over your throat
no words for the smoothness
of your pores slipping into mine
no words for
the sweet taste of your skin
like a wild island
the soft scent of home
on this unknown shore
posted by Yes at 7:41 PM
7 Comments:
wonderful, firebird... the wild island that is home
Thank you, Gracie...for visiting this little world and sharing your vision...I love your comment!
firebird, this is the most incredibly sensual and otherworldly poem i've ever read... it makes me swoon.
beautiful!
Snowsparkle, that is high praise coming from YOU! I am grateful...
An unruly plant that grows on you, and becomes part of your native flora.
the soft scent of home
on this unknown shore
Beautifully put!
mermaid, what a great image in your comment--I love it!
Thanks, mb, for appreciating...
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