If not for the murmurs of sweet memories evoked when my eyes are caressing your hands
Sighs of great bliss emanate from all of my senses
At the very sight of your hands
Sweet murmurs of memories evoked in a passion
Mesmerizing in haunting command
I am quieted of motion, stopped in existent time
Thrilled to my core of being
With memories of spaces and faraway places
Your hands take my spirit a fleeing
Strength emits from the coursing of lifeblood
Pulsing within your clasp
Holding my heart in suspended anticipation
Inviting the fire of your grasp
My attention is gravitated by the fire in your eyes
A flame, perhaps I could withstand
If not for the murmurs of sweet memories evoked
When my eyes are caressing your hands
My attention is gravitated by the fire in your eyes
A flame, perhaps I could withstand
If not for the murmurs of sweet memories evoked
When my eyes are caressing your hands
i love this lines they are so good and describes passion and love it just so sweet !!:)
A great write that captures what I believe about. That is that some little thing that to others is meaningless, is much much more. In this case for you it is the sight of his hands.
this poem pulsates with passion....there is substance to its every line and...holistically entwined...it speaks to me from a place which lights my own knowing...
very nice, I've read a few of your poems but never commented because poets can be picky at who they want to comment on them, and so i usually wait for a read request, like i said before very nice poem, you have a grace and finesse with your construction that allows your poems to flow so effortlessly and that's not easy to do, it's beautiful and endearing.
A very compelling and heartfelt poem. The wonders you can even write about someone's hands, and the beauty you can stitch into it. An amazing and unique plotted poem. Amazing write :)
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