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 Apr 2013 Carl Stevenson
Tilly
..............................Soft        
                  feathers  
            still tickle  
       me long  
     after       
   the   
   tars    
   gone
Tarring and feathering.
A barbaric, old punishment or,
used to mark the end of an apprenticeship in print shops (with book glue!)
or...
remembering the good rather than the bad ;)
I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."
Copyright by Ash L. Bennett, 2011
It's been too long
since I have seen you.
My heart has been pounding
with the beat of waiting.
Ba(dum) Ba(dum)
Your heart's with mine.
Together we're building
a poetic symphony.
I feel your touch
and this tempo quickens
as the goosbumps rise
and I'm feeling [electric].
Your arms around me
and I hear your whispers.
"I love you," you say
and my sky is on fire.
Burn, Burn, Burn!
This passion is burning!
I feel my world turning
and my mind is toppling.
You are the cause
of the chaos in me.
My stability is overturned
and feelings overwhelm.
You replace the naive girl
with a passion unknown
and a heart released
and a mind opened.
I'm in a new world
when I'm with you.
This chaos is foreign territory
and I want to explore

— The End —