There are women I think of…often-
For various reasons, some mundane-
Others important-
Some I smile and think of in humor-
Others perhaps of past passions-
Or quiet moments in the sun-
Reflecting of life’s frivolities-
Both its pain and pleasures-
Like rainbows and mosquitoes-
How many do I think of?
It varies, but usually too many-
And almost always for the wrong reasons-
But, there is one I never think of-
But rather feel of-
For she is quite different-
Felt like dissimilarities between-
Burlap and silk-
For she evokes in me a satiny repose-
With but her lightest breath-
And tenderness of touch-
Her eyes bespeak War and Peace-
Or the poetry of desire’s longing-
Of stormy nights-
And battered hatches-
For you see;
To ~ think~ of a woman is interesting-
While-
To ~ feel ~ of a woman is likened to;
~ bathing in a thousand rainbows~
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wondering if we could say that about men?
~ bathing in a thousand rainbows~
how spellbinding to even think about that,needless to say it would eliminate the need for bubblebath. After all, who would want to pollute a rainbow, much less a thousand. Joking aside my friend...like that reflective mood this evokes
xoxoxoxo
reenie
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I wonder how long this list is????
Juls
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ah...much better...smiles..
Beautiful..
Many blessings
~A~
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