I watch you sleeping,
trailing my finger from your shoulder down
to your hip bone,
remembering the last time,
the first time
I touched you
with the intimacy
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I like this a lot. There is a quiet intimacy to this poem. You evoke so much with so little. There is love, romance, longing and stillness.
gentle words like breeze,
in such a short piece you have captured a moment of closeness, a moment of sensuality and a moment of perhaps despair that things are no longer like they were…thank you..pete
Lovely. The intimacy of memory – what a beautiful image that is, and so accurate. So few words, but the emotion is captured perfectly.
Thank you all so much for the comments I wasn’t able to read until today. It always warms my heart to see that I’ve touched people I don’t know.
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