When nights are hot, and bodies bare,
with pillows wet with dampened hair,
creating an ever wider stain.
She wants to be close, but in the main
feels it enough just to touch his arm.
Both would like to be alone,
for love making it is far too warm.
A drink, a walk, on floor of stone
refreshes, and she lays down among
damp sheets, with salt skin on her tongue.
Author notes
HER eyes are wild, her head is bare,
The sun has burnt her coal-black hair;
Her eyebrows have a rusty stain,
And she came far from over the main.
She has a baby on her arm,
Or else she were alone:
And underneath the hay-stack warm,
And on the greenwood stone,
She talked and sung the woods among,
And it was in the English tongue.
Her eyes are wild by William Wordsworth
A contest entry
- ~The End-words Challenge ~ by Seductive Whisperer.
550 points, ended July 23, 2007, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Your write is moving and your talent is genuine, you know you should tackle a novel. I feel you would be great! I'm sure you will win gold with this write.
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W. Wordsworth - eat your heart out
The great masters are not always an improvement on a challenge. I think you have worked wonders with this and I particularly enjoyed your final line which has, of course, an erotic text expanded from the resrt. Great.
Good Luck from Donald
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Well Done my creative and expressive friend. Best of luck in this competition!
Dennis
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i love it
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