Sunday, September 03, 2006

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

7 Comments:

Blogger gracie said...

wonderful, firebird... the wild island that is home

Monday, September 4, 2006 at 7:43:00 AM EDT  
Blogger firebird said...

Thank you, Gracie...for visiting this little world and sharing your vision...I love your comment!

Monday, September 4, 2006 at 10:18:00 AM EDT  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

firebird, this is the most incredibly sensual and otherworldly poem i've ever read... it makes me swoon.
beautiful!

Monday, September 4, 2006 at 11:04:00 AM EDT  
Blogger firebird said...

Snowsparkle, that is high praise coming from YOU! I am grateful...

Monday, September 4, 2006 at 7:13:00 PM EDT  
Blogger mermaid said...

An unruly plant that grows on you, and becomes part of your native flora.

Wednesday, September 6, 2006 at 3:30:00 PM EDT  
Blogger MB said...

the soft scent of home
on this unknown shore

Beautifully put!

Thursday, September 7, 2006 at 1:57:00 PM EDT  
Blogger firebird said...

mermaid, what a great image in your comment--I love it!

Thanks, mb, for appreciating...

Thursday, September 7, 2006 at 11:22:00 PM EDT  

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