You feel the wind's
whisper as it spills
across my lips. Caught
by your fingers,
it comes to rest in your palm.
Carefully,
you reach out
trace the outline.
I feel the fingerprints
whirl with identity. Fill
my mouth with your language.
My tongue thirsty. Silence
pregnant. Our eyes unwilling
to seek out the braille
we have written on our hearts.
You hands stir the air.
I am aware of the breeze as it slips
around the door touches a lash.
Now, we communicate.
Words, clumsy, forgotten.
We penetrate the spirit.
Commune in the Light.
Lips memorized.
Lessons
11:23 PM
05/06/07
Alexandria, VA
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Inspired by http://allpoetry.com/poem/2935324
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beautiful brother. to live in the now and reach for what we desire to touch is best yet, most are afraid to do that. I love this write..
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Thanks! I just like to try an catch the feelings of coming together and being with someone. Tricky stuff that
Love, Tom B.
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I get it. Three bunnies for this!
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The trouble with a virtual world is you never really do
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Then let's just say I get as much as you. That's all Forrest has to say about that.
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Touch is such a beautiful thing. This is a write that makes me close my eyes, think of the one I love, and smile. Oh, to be able to touch him right now.....
Love it.
Sara
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Such a compliment. If I can stir your heart with the thoughts of your love, my poem has been complimented more than enough. Love, Tom B.
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When someones words touch you it is evident that a reply is the the way to get the point across to them, you have done this so well and Lane will not miss the thought. Love. C
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It is a matter of grace and honor. Love, Tom B.
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Such is a kiss when lips are memorized and leave their soft desires etched upon the heart. Fingers caress, but can never hold a kiss to keep it from descending the depths of being when two speak the same language.
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You know that we deal too often in memories. The present waits for us to become illuminated. Love, Tom B.
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'You hands stir the air.
I am aware of the breeze as it slips
around the door touches a lash'
Lovely words...whispered by a hush as it brushes across ones lips to latch the door! Lovely Tom. ~Sie
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I came across a friends poem I enjoyed. couldn't get a comment on it because of the system at work, so I waited till I got home and wrote this poem. Glad you enjoyed the way it sang. Love, Tom B.
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very very pretty. A softness to the words that brings to mind twilight and quiet sighs, gentle caresses and an absolute serenity, a belonging. Lovely
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We wait when we know that love is complete. Distance a measure of touch and we are touched to the depths of our hearts.
Glad you enjoyed the drift of joy in this one. Love, Tom B.
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"Silence
pregnant. Our eyes unwilling
to seek out the braille
we have written on our hearts"
i love this
wonderful job!
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Are we not voyagers? Do we not discover that who we are is both being and unbeing, part of a geater whole and a unique statment on the lips of God. Thanks for sharing your joy. Love, Tom B.
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Beautifully transcribed
Delicate tracings of endless intimacy that reaches to depths beyond words.
Namaste
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Plain Jane thanks you. Love creates its own beauty and our souls, when we express them, become the light of the world. Love, Tom B.
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superb and splenid, almost the unwritten language...
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Just, a moment, striving to capture when we are totally present to one another. Vibrant!
Love, Tom B.
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