I sit alone in a cool, dark room.
Words elude me.
I close my eyes & your face,
framed by your hair as tho
you have only just emerged
from the shower,
is all I see.
I open my eyes.
To feel you,
I go back in time.
The room we are in
is dark.
Your skin is soft.
Your voice is a whisper.
Please tell me what you think
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these writes are so giving ... the expression of being and giving within the framework of love.

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beautiful...


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What an elegant piece of work..you took the reader to little journey to your lovely memories...this was so soft and like a whisper to the reader ear too..

Ruby

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This poem shows the magic of memories, as well as the power of visualisation (brain-pictures), either backwards of even forward in time. Lovely simplicity here.
~ Nicolette


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I never journey far from what you call simplicity. That is not to say writing in this vein is easy. This has gone thru three revisions today. Maybe it will change again as it ages.
Thanks for your support here.
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