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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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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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Reminder "You do not seem to understand," they'd say "That rivers are wide, and are not so easily crossed, we fear, they ...
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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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secret fancies don't really bother me, alright? but know that once you tell me I become either like a turtle and snap my smile...
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I was just awarded the Stylish Blogger Award! (awarded by John Evans ) I was asked to write 7 things about myself,and to award 10 ot...
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To my fellow poets, for William Shakespeare Discredit all that you will read about me. Treasonous hands have bestowed difficult words which ...
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lean in a little. say it like it's a secret. make your breath sound like italics. click your tongue against the roof your mouth then you...
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Ah, 7. The number in question. During this process of developing my first full-length work of prose, and a memoir to boot, I have considered...
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lipstick on the teacup steaming bedroom eyes. glasses resting folded newspaper bookmarked novel. barefoot toenails pink lotion ringed finger...
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No one cares for me, because I once cared for you. futile attempts to invigorate the soil with hands un-gloved, dirty deeds to provide my li...
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.