Oct 2016
In the darkness
I hold the trickle of your whisper
like a falling feather
feel the contralto tick
of a heartbeat
skin against skin
holding each other
as if flowers
delicate in the breeze
tumbling through
a carmine flush
of desire
I hold the trickle of your whisper
like a falling feather
feel the contralto tick
of a heartbeat
skin against skin
holding each other
as if flowers
delicate in the breeze
tumbling through
a carmine flush
of desire
Written: October 2016.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. Feel free to check out my 25 poems (from 'Firework' to 'Stealing') to mark National Poetry Day 2016.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. Feel free to check out my 25 poems (from 'Firework' to 'Stealing') to mark National Poetry Day 2016.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
