Love is the incense
we inhale in whiffs of romantic words,
caresses from intimate thoughts
while feeling its magic stroke at night.
When eyes become stop signs,
tongues speak detours
and arms no longer care to reach
so deep into the heart
a souls knows the song of farewell
having crossed
the boundaries of pulse.
Author notes
55 words
PROMPT: when you're in love... when is enough , enough?...
A contest entry
- PIF QUICKIE... 40-60 WORDS 10 POETS by righteousme.
625 points, ended May 17, 6 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this whole piece is lovely... i think your words strung together beautifully and you executed this perfect... thanks for your time and talent... AiM


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Most of this is 'the most' that's an old word that means fabulous, but I didn't understand the last word and how it relates to the rest, did I miss something.


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Love is the incense
we inhale in whiffs of romantic words,
I love this opening... best of luck in the contest dearie


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Mastery in the use of 55 words---very Well Done and best of luck with this contest entry!






