Poets Paired~

I approach in prints

Fingerprints in swirls

Press my patterns

Into your shoulder blades

Lotus tattoos illuminate the base of your skull

Where dreams breathe

On the nights when sanctuary displays through touch

Tracing spine trance

While

Lip prints in cupid bow

Complement the curve of your jaw

Dyeing your dimpled smile with blush

Languid and unhurried

While

Heart prints in resilient rhythm

Caress your rib’s cage

Compelling

Soul prints

In ink between your dancing fingers and mine

Playing cat’s cradle with a thousand words

You add your prints

Between us

There is poetry

 

 

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Reviews

[Lydia Blackwell]

This was a beautiful, sensual, intimate look at touching and how good it is for the soul. I am sure it could be taken in many different ways, but this is how I saw it. Intimacy does not always have to involve sex. It is a moment of recognition between two people. This was so so lovely. I really enjoyed reading it!

[TAO]

You really make sweet music, Selene. Perhaps it's the wrong impression, but this poem makes me think of other things; unity, onenness, all of that new age me being the universe stuff I tend to hold stock in. Awesome work (claro que si).

[Jordan]

Sexy! (It's great in its current form!)

[luciddreamer]

Oh Selene, as you know I am not a reviewer so I will say whats in my heart "your writes always bring light to my life"....lovely as always...

Peace
Robin

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I could see the prints of the hands..red..from hot blood on the skin.
The passion was hot! You wrote a very beautiful piece here. The metaphysical bond was stunning.

[alan peter kelly]

breathing dreams are those designed for exaltation....as with your every special word configuration :)

[Ashley]

I love this! wonderful descriptions.

[emmajoy]

I feel as if a secret has unfolded without intending to, that's it's gone public .. i need to rush away ... shhhh.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

So often, particularly when inspired by love, the soul spills itself upon the page. When two poets spill into one another, the only outcome can be more glorious poetry. No matter how many times, how many ways, no matter the words used, we always strive to say something just a little bit better, a little more brilliant, in our own special and unique way. When lifted on the wings of love, the heart soars across the poetic page, and scripts its calligraphy into the soul. Your poem breathes beauty and love, warmth and joy.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Very well written, sexy, hot and oh so steamy!

[Sean M. Addams]

a very sizzling piece ..thought you did well on this and like the steamy imagery too .. nice job