Watching the sky slowly stew before graying
I felt
Before seeing,
tiny droplets pelt
the surface of my shoulders.
First shy, then insistent,
a lover's fingers
brushing, then caressing skin,
drawing a surprised breath
at the mysteries of full embrace.
Poem and Photo By E.
Originally published March 1, 2009
5 comments:
Beautiful. And incredibly evocative.
How beautiful is this?
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That is really lovely xo
Love this. I am in awe of anyone who can write such thoughts so exquisitely.
Nicely done, e.
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