Tell Me
Tell me
Are you
Frightened
Darling
Pray tell me
What it is
You’re thinking
Tell me
Are you
Scared
By any chance
My love
As you lay
There sprawled
And shaking
Next to me
Like a fallen
Mourning dove
Then whisper
To me
Sweetheart
Through
Wisps of golden
Hair
As here and now
We lie naked
On this
Parquet floor
Trying to make
Some sense of
Light
Escaping
From our one
Cracked mirror
As limbs
Knotted and glisten
In a thousand
Splintered reflections
Still yet to become
Memories
And I beg you
Tell me how it feels
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: when it feels so good that you just have to do it...
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It must be painful on that Parquet floor but we are prepared to do anything for love.
depends on lots of things really... thank you for visiting Goldfinch60.. tis appreciated...
I wonder how it felt?
Your poetry has such an awe about it.
Like you seek to unravel something in a tender way.
it feels good, you should try it maybe... and thanks for checking in... N
Which bit of it should I try? Writing in awe as I unravel my subject tenderly, what you have described in your poem, telling you how it felt?
the bits you like most... treat yourself, life is far too short..
I will give it some thought.
give it a try....
What would trying involve? Instead of thinking? How would it be different?
trying is the physical and conscious application of effort.. it involves a complex sequence and series of electronic pulses that impact on receptive muscles and limbs etc to perform something wanted, desirous or necessary.... whereas thought involves a series of cognitive higher processes and relies more in subjective perceptions and imagination... the latter can be fun but the former can be just as good as ya want it to be.. providing you dont put ya back out....... N
Oh well I'm all confused now, maybe you need to show me? 😉
the chance would be a fine thing... 🙂
Oohh having fun there? Should I try some of this?!
help thy self my friend....
A delicate and tender position when love on the part of one becomes somewhat scared - - an appealing read Neville.
phew.. I thought you said appalling read for a micro second... bless ya my dear friend.... N
Who says romance is history? Not a chance after reading this!
You are very kind sir and much appreciated too... many thank you's are heading in your direction... Neville
A great, in-depth, romantic poem Neville.
You appear to be quite the romantic.
Thanks for posting. 🙂
thank you so much for taking the time to view and consider my scribbles my fine literary friend... N
You're welcome, Neville.
now you got me smiling again .. 🙂
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