With heat,
you danced in twilight
around my ring finger
absorbing muscles long ago grown
to carry you.
With heat,
you grasped my lips
teaching them your ways
hosting private parties
on my cliffs.
With heat,
you dove into my sculptures
crafted in your honor
polished them with chalk
and stayed the night...
(with your heat)
And not so much as one look
back.
Author notes
Ah, okay hun, might remove and start all over... This is my first effort and its making me a nervous wreck.
A contest entry
- Wow Me! by Malkolis.
450 points, ended March 30, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is full of ache. The tenderness becomes almost sore with a reaching for a ... memory (?) perhaps only a hope. The words promise as much as they ask, but the question is quicker, almost shy, half hidden at times. Very beautifully done.
Love, Tom B.
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It took me two reads of this to get a good grasp for what i wanted to say about it. I love the imagery you create and that goes a long way with me. the flow could use a little work but its overall a well written poem and a great original effort in the contest
Good Luck in the contest!
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