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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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driving home from the farmer's market- I can't see anything- through this storm- I come home to sleep- with you-rest in your arms fu...
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like me- it serves as a question as well as an appropriately foolish letter in bad company it only teams up with words like yodel, ...
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motionless sap. ogling your shadow, you have much thinking to do. has the potassium kicked you in the arse yet-and got you going? you a...
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Under a blanket it was at high altitudes in love or nauseous? I once held his hand his touch was so soothing-but with a lion's face. and...
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nipped at the ankles which is how I wander through life sometimes I must be pushed through a door finally opened after years of knock...
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Tickling toes- there was something about that barefooted madness something about that wistful waist-high wishing and wooshing in the woods, ...
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and now that the anger is gone there may be a few more glimpses like looking out of the window through a thin veil of silk. a look in...
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confession is all: it is what my poetry is, and that is my life.
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sex object. not afraid of the words. I've used many objects for the sake of sex. in fact my body has been pretty disposable- I don't...
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it's not possible. I think the problem must be- too much love and hate.
Awww That's so sweet and not minding his beard being gone, that's love~! :)
ReplyDeleteLOL! true
ReplyDeleteNothing like being home with your loved ones during stormy weather. Love the surprise ending.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet and tender moment you've shared with us...there is an unmistakable ring of truth to it...:)
ReplyDeleteThe familiarity and intimacy are wonderful here. The essence of every day, and the blessings therein are evident. Feels transitional in several ways. Nice write!
ReplyDeleteI love the tender intimacy in your words~ The caress of day and how these interludes allow magic to arrive~
ReplyDeleteThis is larger than the words...it has a peaceful and sweet nectar to it, like a favorite flower on the dining table.
ReplyDeletesuperb imagery, you draw me with you.
ReplyDeletewanted to say thank you for your support to short story slam week 5...
welcome join our week 7 challenge.
bless your talent, keep it coming.
claim two awards from my post if you wish.
ReplyDeletehappy Friday.
Rachel,
ReplyDeleteHome is the best place to be away from a storm and fear and into the arms of love.
Eileen
Always nice to be able to share a stormy day with a loved one.
ReplyDeletelove this one - so authentic...nice, so nice
ReplyDelete"in your arms full of things." that line just stands out to me. sweet little piece Amy! xo
ReplyDeleteRachel? LOL
ReplyDeletesimple and short but really evocative. glad to find your blog!!
ReplyDeletethank you!
ReplyDeleteCozy and intimate, shelter from the storm. Very nice!
ReplyDeletethanks! -a m trumble
ReplyDeleteLove how personal this is. Reminds me of many of my own pieces. (u might like "pretty words would be untrue")
ReplyDeleteI love your blog. ♥
Lovely sentiments, A.M.! Cuddling while the cold rain falls is always worthy of a poem. Very nice one!
ReplyDeleteMy weekly entry: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/28/forever-changed-2/
Very sweet :) I love this poem
ReplyDeletelove it,
ReplyDeletehow beautiful.