He woke
In the crack of dawn
Placed a hand
Upon the warmth
Of her soft body
Caressing gently
The silkiness of her breast,
In the rhythm of her breathing
He sensed change
Within his mind
There was a green light
As his searching hand
Continued
On its quest to paradise,
Her barrage of benign
Soft negative words
Bombarded his senses
His thoughts receded
Back into hibernation.
Was Just a thought
Of sensuous moments
From the past.
Too bad, it sounded so perfect in translation. I think you meant, "From the past."
It takes two to tango. That cliché has applied to me too often. It's probably more common in marriage than one would think. You brought it out so eloquently.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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fleeting to forever be..
Lady Vivian
budd
soft negative words
bombarded
that sounds hurtful and the way you phrased it even more so. I want to cringe back underneath it all as well. ~ Morgan
It takes two to tango. That cliché has applied to me too often. It's probably more common in marriage than one would think. You brought it out so eloquently.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane