Underneath, I question;
Temper the mind so that the
body does not shake.
Resplendent, he would
vocabulary.
I read it in his hands instead.
I can’t understand
why he feels what he feels
with the palms of his hands
against my skin,
but I am raw
along for the ride.
The journey my body takes
when reveled in by another is,
in a word,
fickle.
I feel the feather duster tickle
when he wants to tease, and the
hard press of his desirous fingertips
while exploring the point where my breath
catches.
Inside, a firestorm of inquiry begins
and I start to wonder
how a body so staid
and a mind so mutable
find the ability to survive together.
Words of accusation rip
through the fabric of my rapture
and the facade begins to tumble.
I want to hold on as long as I can,
because I know,
eventually,
it all will end.
Gorgeous,
he would
I have to agree.
wow! you capture me with every word. curious to know how it ended…oh the possibilities that must have ran thru your mind 🙂
Thank you so much, Melissa! I really enjoyed writing and playing with this poem. It began as a “haibun,” which is a Japanese style of poem, but when I changed it into shorter stanzas, it really seemed to pop!
Beautifully written poem, Becky.
Thank you, Marlynn! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Beautiful works Becky!
Ahhh thank you, Erin! Maybe I should write my next poem about your mojo sauce and smashed potatoes. 😉
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Thank you, Colin! Maybe someday you could do a guest post on my blog. What do you think?