It's almost trepidation
the waiting; wanting
That breath that spans the fall.
It's a crude fracture along a comfort zone
but a deep caress more in your skin than on it
the friction and the bite
of new love
-Of real love.
Author notes
Option 3
This is a CONTEST piece not PERSONAL
A contest entry
- Quickie-10 lines-10 entries-48 hours by Lady Nightshade.
600 points, ended January 29, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I like the flow.
It sounds cool.
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