You
saturated me,
poured scented unguents on oldest wounds,
rotated my mind
with fingertips
tracing
temples’ ragged edges,
breathing calm into my hair
from behind
where I could not see
the belonging in your eyes
but felt it flow,
airborne and tactile,
as arms around my whole.
Your
healing
wrapped round my relief,
touching
deep,
reiki
to soul’s silent
pain.
You
fed my thirst,
quenched my need for soothed release,
old child to new woman born,
fast-forwarded time by touch and breath
and whisper’d nothings
unspoken.
Your
being
became as mine,
tendered lips
proferring union,
chosen in one single, breathless kiss
to flame a glowing taper.
You
became
me
as I flowed
into you.
You
left on a breath
with part of me,
two divided
but one.
We became.
Beautiful and moving, Anne-Marie. xxx
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Thanks, Ali.x
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Beautiful..
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Thank you, SD.x
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Love the beat as always. ‘rotated my mind
with fingertips ‘ has super rhythm, matches the gesture it describes.
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Thank you, Lita, for reading and your lovely comment.x
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Love this so much!
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Thanks, Mer. I’m pleased you enjoyed it. 🙂 x
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Stunning AM ~ loved the first two stanzas in particular, nicely penned. x
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Thanks, Jen.x
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Wow.
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🙂 x
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can you hear me? – I’m whistling and applauding this masterful performance
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I’m curtseying. 🙂 Thank you, Paul.x
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You are an amazing poet.
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Och, you’re lovely. Thank you. 🙂 x
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So beautiful and nostalgic.
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Thank you, Susan.x
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