mountain
you beckon
like smoke
from a winter fire
your heart of coals
glowing under the smooth trunks
of swaying trees
drawing me into
your tangled hair
skin of shadows
moving as I move
resting your infinite mass
inside my small arms
like smoke
from a winter fire
your heart of coals
glowing under the smooth trunks
of swaying trees
drawing me into
your tangled hair
skin of shadows
moving as I move
resting your infinite mass
inside my small arms
posted by Yes at 8:40 AM
10 Comments:
But you must get your mind off me! Still, a wonderful metaphor.
percy--Which lines brought yourself to mind?
"tangled hair"? "infinite mass"?
..or are you just a hunk?
If you weren't in my thoughts then, you surely will be now...
I know the feeling. Great imagery.
very sensual, firebird!
Lovely. And the photo is the perfect accompaniment.
Really, it was just the "small arms." My arms are considerably shorter than my legs.
gautami--I'm glad you know the feeling--I hope you find it again often...
gracie--thanks--always happy to see you here!
mb--yes, I was lucky to have a photo to match the poem...thanks for the comment--
percy--well, small and large are only relative, depends what you're being compared to--
Actually, I was afraid you would think I was referring to a pistol...
Vivian you set these out on fine china and crystal, and serve up the most sumptious meal of your words.I love "skin of Shadows"!!
Lovely mountain. There's a lovely naked hillock in the marshes almost within my arm's reach...:)
pat--your comment really touches my feelings--thanks so much!
borut--I'm glad you have your own mountain to inspire you, however small...sounds very appealing!
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