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earnoux
Poems
Jul 2014
Love Letter 36
I would start with your hands.
Mine would dance with yours;
our fingers waltzing together.
Then they would become curious,
I know so.
My hands would glide up your arm
leaving a trail of goose bumps behind.
I don't know where your hands have gone,
but mine have reached the top of your shoulder.
My fingers can't resist
tracing your collar bone.
Your hands find mine.
I think they got lost
in the escalation of my own.
But they're together now.
Taking a hint from yours,
my hands reach to your chin --
only breaking contact
for a second.
My fingers have tilted your chin,
so our eyes can do a similar dance
to the one our hands have completed.
Hands are the utilitarian laborers
of the body,
but eyes guard the gates
to the soul.
My eyes search your own.
They are hesitant, but
my hands are always reliable.
They pull you into me
and at the last second
before our eyes close,
and our lips meet,
my eyes find what they knew was there.
#love
#dance
#eyes
#hands
#lips
#imagery
#letter
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