opened my eyes
to
your scent
the smell of you
and for a moment I knew it came from
me
touched my neck
smelled my hand
and it was
you
and I closed my eyes
could hear you breathing
could feel you next to me
reached out felt knew
that you were gone
and there were no tears
no release no help
just the smell
washing me in you
your scent
that is
really
my
own
oh this is so
i don't know......personal...yet universal
wow
its great
pax
A
Reviewed by Rodd Jokre (Reader)
Reviewed on October 24, 2003
Oh... ;( plucked a chord in my heart... ;) Thanks for sharing Jo...
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on October 24, 2003
Gosh this is sad Josephing...I can relate to this..could be of a lost love or a someone lost to death...very well written expression of sorrow either way..floria
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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lots more coming our I hope
Lots of luck and love to ya
Sonja
i have missed you, girl
stay safe out there in california--all those fires *GOD*
beautiful, beautiful write BRAVA, my lady, a keeper
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)
Love Tinka
"reached out felt knew
that you were gone
and there were no tears
no release no help
just the smell
washing me in you"
Unusual, breathtaking and mysterious...
One of the finest pieces I have ever
had the pleasure of reading! I salute you....
Rodney Evan Bohen
just the smell
washing me in you
your scent
that is
really
my
own
i don't know......personal...yet universal
wow
its great
pax
A