Draw You In

Draw You In

A Poem by Jules

I can draw you in

Like smoke into my lungs
Like water down my throat
Like moisture through my skin
 
I can drink you, breathe you, live
Inside your head forever
Infest, infect, ingest you
Soothe, excite, forgive
 
My fingers pass into the hurt
Through you and underneath
Beneath your shell, beneath your guile
My touch, a piercing comfort
 
 
I take your aching into me
I’m stronger than ever you’ll know
I’ll bear the weight and null the pain
And give peace in return

© 2008 Jules


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I feel like chocolate in the hot summer sun reading this poem; helpless not to melt into the heat of your open arms, a reflection of the wings of your soul. Those three opening similes are as three bells tolling, hypnotically. I must admit, you pulled me in, whipped me around, turned me to putty in your hands, my eyes baby doll glossy in wonder. Wow!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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There is so much passion reading this I can taste it.however much desire is in your heart it is overflowing into this story.bravo!!

Posted 6 Years Ago


i really love the multi-faceted and contrasting themes here.

how touch hurts and heals.

"My fingers pass into the hurt
Through you and underneath
Beneath your shell, beneath your guile
My touch, a piercing comfort" - great stanza!



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I feel like chocolate in the hot summer sun reading this poem; helpless not to melt into the heat of your open arms, a reflection of the wings of your soul. Those three opening similes are as three bells tolling, hypnotically. I must admit, you pulled me in, whipped me around, turned me to putty in your hands, my eyes baby doll glossy in wonder. Wow!

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved it, I am not good with the love and romantic writings so I envy you. (in the good way)

I got the feeling that someone was dying at the end of the piece
but maybe that's just my imagination running wild. Either way its a good poem.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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