Ticklespace (poem) by Michelle M Mead on AuthorsDen

Ticklespace
by Michelle M Mead → (All Poetry by Michelle M Mead)
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This poem was based on some artwork that I saw on Amber's poem "Midnight Calling." It said the art was by David Piper Art. The picture really tickled me- it made me think of actual tickling and laughter and made me smile, but also of soulmates joining and tickling in other ways. :) Hope that makes sense, lol.

Other worlds on fine fingertips spread apart please say hello if you are out there balancing between moving particles and a radiating sun messages encoded on flecks of fallen stars oblivious to future meetings of our worlds we rebounded into unknown airspace shared face to face in fire flashes of ignited moons ability gone to acquire or refute the surge tentative tentacles of our two spare souls first reach into each other’s atmosphere until below the tentacles hasten to a spot on the other’s tenderest of regions fair first a touch but then a tickle from us two to scratch an itch or maybe satisfy a need to bring a giggle or a sigh and then a moan until we’ve joined in deep celestial ecstasies our tentacles join again as the low moons rise where souls are kept in such a sweet surprise to couple up when Venus sings of acid rain an aching love that dares not speak its name

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on December 1, 2009

I marvel at your intricate thought processes, and your ability to turn them into an intriguing write. (I must remember to keep my tentacles where they belong.)
I love the blossoming of a tender love after tentative ticklings overcome all barriers.
Connie

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on September 4, 2009

Like two octopussies? As we get older mutual scratching takes the place of tickling. You tickled my senses.

Ron

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

Reviewed on August 31, 2009

Well done. I like this one for it's delicate and child-like nature. such fun!. Hugs, J'nia

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on August 28, 2009

like this one Michelle, and the way it has an almost mischievious alien feel to it. It is soft and yet powerful and I can also see where the picture would inspire you.

Fee

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

You wrote about tickling in a round about way, which gave the reader much to ponder and digest. The "reaching out" of two soul, one the giver, one the recipient is penned quite well and absolutely does not divert or attention fro detail. Two strangers on a wave of a moonbeam making contact. It really, honestly, doesn't get much better than that.

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Such are the joys we share with each other and yes Michelle I thought that too when I read her poem and saw this pic. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Jms Bell

Reviewed on August 27, 2009

THE JOY OF SHARING 'TICKLES' WITH ANOTHER THAT AWAKENS AND ATTENDS MANY DIFFERENT YEARNING; EMOTIONAL, MENTAL, SPIRITUAL AND PHYSICAL. DONE WELL. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS