I love those lips
Which look as though
You're holding in a secret.
The softest gaze
With tired eyes,
Sunken tears dried
Like many shipwrecks,
In a weathered cove.
I would trace
Every frown line
With my unworthy fingertips,
Kiss your laughter lines,
And brush away
The locks of hair
From a cheekbone prominent,
With the moon of my palm.
The curve of the jaw,
Angled hard and raw
Like a slice of living rock,
Pulled from the earth's core...
I'd taper and dance
Along the slope,
To meet the shell
Of an ear
And whisper sweet nothings -
Like the breath of sea
Within a conch.
Every freckle,
Every line,
In perfect harmony
And time with my thoughts,
Dancing along your edges,
Like shining shards of glass.
Only a memory,
Or a mirror
Built to last.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2019 00:43
- Category: Love
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Comments4
great body, flow, form and symmetry in fact, greater than the sum of its parts... a delightfully delicious bit o poetry dear starving poet & fine literary friend...... Neville
Thanks SEREN for a really powerful meditative POEM ! Thats how I see my Brian : when He comes on SKYPE across 11,500 miles (UK to NZ) : sad that I cant actually touch his lovely face ! BUT he will be with me again (for two whole weeks) in APRIL : AMEN.
Thanks for sharing & caring
Love through Poetry : ANGELA 🧡
Nice
Love was not described better seren - - look forward to reading more of your work.
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