You

Let me draw you
And paint you
With strokes
Dipped in my hues

And don't laugh for
The hands go first
Robust forearms to lift
Solid Strong wrists to twist and turn
Palms so soft to entwine
Legs that Move on the rocks
Feet that nestle
A Walk that is Unhurried

But how do I paint the scent of you
Making me aware of you
Or your breath as tangible to me,
The life source,
That I see as you.






Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2016-01-25 at 03:43

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Rob Graber
The scent and the breath: now are those to be represented, indeed? Nice job!
2016-01-25