Sighs strip the cloth away, revealing their tomorrows..............
What began as a trickle moved forward into what can never be forgotten Flying into hearts and souls as faces, with mysteries that unfold Holding one another in winds conveying what they feel Falling to fit inside a claim, heaven must uphold
Hands move through walls of water, beckoning want inside two bodies Moments hold complexities until all thoughts they feel as one Sighs strip the cloth away, revealing their tomorrows Paradise comes in waves, loneliness is undone
Storms of contemplation feel life racing to repeat the steps they know As their fingers dance on unmade plans with places still to go Gentle touches brush the grounds of want and need Forward into now, love’s willingness exposed
Shadows of these days will always linger in their souls leaving colors Surrounding the breezes capturing love’s attention waiting What once began as a trickle cannot be left behind Arms outstretched, love’s river anticipating
This is so beautiful.. It captures the true thoughts and feelings of that bliss that can be shared between to people.. I love the use of the water..it cleanses and replenishes.. heart, mind and soul..xxx Your friend is very lucky and I'm sure loves this and holds it close to her heart...xo
Oh wow, this was absolutely beautiful. I am sure your gf will love this as do I.
It is amazing how something that starts out as a trickle then evolves into this wonderful love. Something that can now not be forgotten.
Loves willingness exposed. Perfect title and ending.
Perfect, beautiful, wonderful poem through and through.
this has such a pure transformative quality it feels almost like butterfly fragility strengthening with every flex on newly found wings~ it is quite a lovely display of fluidity in the presentaion of language~ I love the dual nuances of becoming self through the presence of encouraging friendship~
Beautiful is on overused word in relation tto your work, but a perfect one. Also erotic and subliminal apply. The words bury themselves into your mind and create images much later in the day as they resurface. They are tactile. This poem exmaplifies it.
An excellent poem. As usual from the celebrated author. Here the metaphors well suits the feelings the poem created in the mind and heart of the reader.
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