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gasp.

she touches her lips to
kiss the morn;
a leaf:
fragile between teeth, the taste
a lick from precious
love -

the rise of dewdrops
they linger
to roll off shoulders, quiver
slippery when wet sensations:
you once lived here.

she touches her lips and
meanders the mountains;
sky dreams
gently
linger.









~~~

Author notes

just a feeling i was having. i miss him.

And Hyetal.

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  • Kiss the girl--x
    October 15, 2008

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    'the rise of dewdrops
    they linger
    to roll off shoulders, quiver
    slippery when wet sensations:
    you once lived here.'

    that is so so beautiful, I don't even have words to describe this, it's just..wow.

    finalist

    ♥


  • Cannonsfire
    September 28, 2008

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    Awwww missing someone is so hard. This is beautiful, the only bit that sounded somewhat cliched was 'slippery when wet' just thought of Bon Jovi ..perhaps and edit there could find you a better metaphor. Love C


  • Nicolette gold member
    September 27, 2008

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    Loved the delicate essence of this poem, and the sounds, especially the s-sounds. Lovely soft and sensual poetry that speaks to all the senses. Such a gentle sigh in this one. Lovely lovely!!

    ~ Nicolette