oxytocin

the tips of your fingers
trace swirls of tenderness
on the back of my hand
and we relax into one another
casting a protective spell
against the crushing pressure
some call life



Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2015-02-15 at 08:02

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Chaucer Whethers
nice poem, (RX?) either way has a good feel to it.
2015-02-15


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
the sensuous nature of the poem contrasts nicely with the clinical title.

the fourth line, so sweet. it's a dreamy, protective poem. tyfs
2015-02-15


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a fine, fine poem, beautifully written.
2015-02-15


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a very precious and eloquently described moment! I also love the way you define what is actually going on.

"casting a protective spell
against the crushing pressure
some call life"

It is not us against them but humbly we and our priorities and for a moment you protect yourselves from your own choices, what you treasure most(?)
2015-02-15