If I were to kiss the palms of your hands
Pour oils that smell of almonds to sooth your pain
If I were to kiss your palms
Press them to my cheek where they belong
Then take each hand in rhythmic yearning
Hold to my breast to keep love returning
Press my lips upon your lonesome mouth
Would it ease the more your sad and turned down pout?
Oh Susan, I truly love the feel of this one, if you could kiss the palm of my hand I think that is soooo sensual a line that it made my mind wander. Lovely write dear friend.
How did you find such an 'apt" photo for this one? This poem, in every line, rings of tenderness, offered by the one speaking to the "offended" one, and oh, how she says it ! ! ! Haven't we all, lovers and takers, been there... pouting... and for what, I ask? You have captured the moment in time, and I bow to your superior writing, My Talented Friend. - Bill
A book-length psychodynamic study of pathological narcissism, relationships
with abusive narcissists, and the Narcissistic Personality Disorder, using a new vocabulary.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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Run Down Ron
You are a symbolic Bridge over Troubled Waters..
Splendid romantic poetry..
Kudos to you master craftswoman..
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Peter
Paul;-)
Love Tomla
angel of mercy and love
thats who you really are
what a heart Sue
pax A
empathic love poem sis !
Peace & Love,
Dove
Love and respect,
CJ