each precious moment
of morning quiet
i am up
i am here
or there
as you sleep
we are still
and i think and you dream
we are still
as anxious to hear
first footfall
to floor to stair decent
the warmth of hand
the back of neck
our kiss
your skin
your scent
our skin
is one
day begins
brilliant
each day
stripped
like these
words naked
touching
breathing
smelling you
on the wrist
of my heart
never hide
your scent
my oxygen
more so
you are
and you
won't hide
again
thank you
ReplyDeletelove
erin
xo
these are beautiful sensations
ReplyDeleteLaura- everyday i am blessed.
ReplyDeletethank you.
A scent, breathing, a footfall. I must confess I believe that beyond the epic events of love and death, it is the Poet's role to reacquaint us with our humanity. Thank you!
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ReplyDeletepillar
of
scented
love
Grete-Thank you.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done, especially the way you relied on the strength of the images and the line breaks in place of punctuation.
ReplyDeletetalk about taking me with you. wondering if you and she are sharing the same energy these days... lovely writing, and I love the photos from the past few... wow! want another one of yours framed and on my living room wall! xo
ReplyDeleteK - I try to strip things raw and make image and break tell the story in most of my writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much for this comment.
Dana - We are sharing the very same energy, wonderful energy.
ReplyDeleteThank you.