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?
This is a lovely piece Susan. I like the intimacy and the affection you convey here in a way that only a Southern Gal could! I also love the picture you chose to accompany the poem. Wormsloe is one of my favorite places in Savannah. Well done!
~Butch
Susan your writes whether about love or about your homeland all have one thing in common and that is such a romantic, sublime sensuality that stirs the heart, minds and bodies of your fans. this one is no exception and I love the desire you show to care and take away the sadness of others. Well done dearest friend.
A loving view of thought, your words ease the pain even without touch, one can only imagine the soothing and healing of this expression within your poem....
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
Ron
~Butch
This is one of your best. Shorter ones take more work, but are worth every minute and hour. - Bill
Love,
CJ
hugs
Fee
loved it Susan
Love & peace
William
One doesn't know unless they try. :) This is beautiful, tender passion to soothe the soul. Well done (and I love that pic).
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
a nice work.....
enjoyed.....Art Sun...
Thanks Susan,
~D.