I miss intimacy
not the kind that comes with notches
but holding back her hair
spooning her smiles
into my lap
she claims my whole in little hands
where I see the flush of cheekbone
eclipsing against wool
if leaves fall outside we do not
clear them from dry grass
fervently my kisses
linger beyond chiming hour
expectation demanding we
still our rapture for mundane
wash dishes
scour chores
instead lying in each others arms
our low fire keeping at bay
worldly cares
nothing but this exists
surrounded by shadows we
persist in our linkage
pulling faces at the chill
edging our clasp for one another
as two children lost in forest may
share timbered warmth
I miss her plum mouth
the way she reserves the longest
embrace for passover darkness
how her body surges like
a water wheel against my slow pull
as if I am garnering from our union
the best of us both
encased in fire, disputing chill
without her I am just a person
tredding tightrope
touching concrete and fabrication
like a carpenter, void of wood
should raise his empty hands
beseeching listening deity
for the weight of
his craft
she became the life preserve
and I the blinking shell of light
guiding her to familiar shore
without each other
we are simply icebergs
seeking dissolution
in barren stretch of ocean
Awesome 👏 and so beautifully written with an apt picture in the background that is clasping the other person. Great 👍🙏👌👌👌👌
You scribe wonders 🙂
Intimate (. . . “as two children lost in forest may
share timbered warmth . . .”
I like this, I really like this!
Beautiful. 😍😍
You capture it so well… what do you do when you not only miss your friend and lover, but that deep comfort and contentment of just being.
Well penned, I especially enjoyed the last three lines.
Beautifully poignant
I feel like a weakling commending a giant for his strength, but it is something I must do. You had my heart in the first few lines!
Beautiful imagery and so very poignant—you are all the way up and we’re just looking in wonder
I have heard about your work, and this is the first piece that I have read and am thoroughly convinced you are a genius. Look forward to digging further into your work.
Dear Jasper thank you so much for your much appreciated and extremely kind compliment it is a very grateful heart that accepts your kind words xo
Or I’m climbing up (thursday’s child) whilst flinging rocks at the naysayers 😉
Oh thank you so much! You are not a weakling and I am not a giant but I loved the idea of capturing you with this poem xo
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Thank you very much!
EXACTLY that’s how I was feeling I’m so glad it was conveyed thank you!
Thank you so much!
Thank you so much!
You know when you say that it fills my day with light!
I shall try not to! Dearest Dorinda my favorite night owl!
Then I’m glad because friends are meant to do this at the very least!
“The pleasure and privilege is mine.”
That’s wonderful – may your every day be light filled 🙂
Je t’aime‼️❌⭕️
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You are welcome! 🙂
This is gorgeous
Coming from you that is praise indeed and I am very, very honored! Thank you my friend xo
No thank you for such a beautiful poem. I am honoured to be your friend.
Thank you very much!
Lovely, Candice. —- Suzanne
Dear Suzanne (reminds me of that lovely Leonard Cohen song) thank you very much for your lovely appreciation and reading my work. I am very grateful to you xo
Your poem is very touching and beautiful. Thank you for the follow and it’s nice meeting you.
Ditto – and thank you for reading my poem and for taking the time to visit my site that is very appreciated xo
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Beautiful
Thank you! Love poems of women come easily! 🙂 xo
Well done. It progresses almost as if it was dripping out…
Thank you very much♡
Beautiful. You’re an amazing voice.