Turning pages in slow calculation
Casually whetting his fingertip
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Turning pages in slow calculation
Casually wetting his fingertip
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a minor bump in the road --- as for the way this slowly burns the reader --- the ending is quite a finish line...yet leaves us with wanting more in the closure...
What a beautiful poem, I liked "I would rest my palm over his heart / Gently clinging to love / As he ran his fingers through my hair" best, so original.
Wow...for lack of a better word. This is a poem I wouldn't mind closing my eyes and waking up in. Oh to have a boy read me Neruda with his fingers in my hair...fantastic piece!
wow. This poem left my jaw hanging wide open. For some reason I imagined an
exotic accent. Some accents are so easy to fall for. This poem has true love in
every stanza. The feelings here are genuine and based on something that is real.
I love the balancing act between innocent and erotic. I saw a connection between
two souls. This type of emotion is truly meaningful. There is no energy wasted here.
Not only do you allude to Neruda, but you also manage to capture his phrasing, as well as some of his imagery. Everything here is pure and truly yours however. I really liked the sound element you used with the lines "Leafing through love."
According to me.....
Yes, its true....I am one of those people that laughs out loud during a movie. I am also guilty of chorus singing...you know those awful people that hum to the song and .. more..