And touch.
Like a stretch
like a yawn
like a sigh--
where hand meets curve in sacred time,
and you
meet me
in the folds of cotton-sheet grins,
half-past sleepless,
through the canyons of tickle-me-nots and wild flowers.
Till dawn breaks white on our cheeks,
a breath-liquid spilled through window panes, speckled chimes,
and a breeze,
overflowing,
as I recurl myself
in the crevice of you.
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I love it when people use nature as you did here. This is an excellent modern poem and realistic description of love and passion, far away from cliche. The first line seemed like a continuation which added a sense of realism and awareness that the poem is simply a poem and not all. The use of simile was fantastic.
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Thank you very much for the encouraging words and applause.
jen.
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I love morning poems, and this one had that soft touch we all want to wake up to.
Best wishes
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I too liked it.
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A morning song...these sighing, yawning, recurling times are the best there is and you've written it beautifully. Loved the softness of this poem and the warmth one feels while reading it. "half-past sleepless" - loved that line. Beautiful...makes me want to sigh too!
~ Nicolette
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Ahh, thank you for the kind words!
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"Till dawn breaks white on our cheeks,
a breath-liquid spilled through window panes, speckled chimes,
and a breeze,
overflowing"
Ahhh, this is lovely, Lady...such luminous imagery, silken & musical language employed within these lines...Well done, rendezvous... Wanda
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Thanks so much for the comment!
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Simply brilliant imagery; it had me captivated from the first line. I loved it.
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Thanks!
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