In my awareness of you, I have discovered myself
I know the timbre
Of your voice
How it lilts
And glides over
The words while talking
To me
I know the look
In your eyes
And how they rest
Over me
I know the feel of you
When you inhabit a space
The feel of it when you enter
And the feel of it when you leave
I know how it is to
Inhale what you exhale
To smell of you
I know your hands
The fulcrum that they are
Lifting me
Moving me at will and whim
Most of all
I now know my hands
And how they enfold
You
Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2017-09-16 at 18:41
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I know my hands
I know the lookI know the timbre
Of your voice
How it lilts
And glides over
The words while talking
To me
I know the look
In your eyes
And how they rest
Over me
I know the feel of you
When you inhabit a space
The feel of it when you enter
And the feel of it when you leave
I know how it is to
Inhale what you exhale
To smell of you
I know your hands
The fulcrum that they are
Lifting me
Moving me at will and whim
Most of all
I now know my hands
And how they enfold
You
Poetry by Deeps
Read 662 times
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Written on 2017-09-16 at 18:41
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