Burying my face
I feel
Soft flannel
Against my cheek.
Deep in my lungs,
Your scent,
Drawing me,
Like a bee,
Is nectar to my senses.
Your arms surround me
With love.
I give back
My head, to gaze
Into deep ocean pools,
Taste the salt
Of your lips,
Hear your words
Of love.
Of a sudden
Deep breath
I melt
Like a sand castle
In the waves
And sail
On your tide,
A sea of reflection.
Author notes
"It could be worse, it could be raining"
A contest entry
- Anatomy lesson #8 by MissStranger.
600 points, ended October 11, 2007, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Great piece congratulations on the silver trophy. Has great imagery.
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AMAZING
such a beautiful piece of art in here,with simple yet so powerful word-combinations,spreading emotional energy with each and every verse.well done indeed and thank you for entering in my contest!
good luck!
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I really love this write. Old Spice is one of my favorite smells. And your descriptions are beautiful. Definitely one I'll be bookmarking to return to later.
Sara
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