Soft breathing, intertwined hands-
these, my reassurance.
A warm embrace, a knowing glance-
my true confessions.
My heartbeats and my sighs-
our symphony.
With an ensemble like these
why would one need words?
A contest entry
- what happens in the white spaces by Dienush.
750 points, ended April 30, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is sweet. I agree, some moments of intimacy and security are so intense, words are unneeded. Thank you for your entry

~Diana

