Piercing through
my ever insistent darkness
an orchestra of emotions
reaching out
... reaching in
Playfully,
my dorment butterflies
awaken
by the touch of
your lips on mine
- Author: Alta H Mabin (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 28th, 2019 00:23
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 20
Comments4
That's really sweetly written. I love it anfd thanks for the read....
Thank you, Kevin. Thank you for reading my work.
From poet to poetess, you're very welcome....
Brilliant and that it does
Captured well, this thing called love
Thank you so much, Poetic Dan.
I love the thought that we all have little dormant butterflies so fragile and playfully released when we're excited
Wonderful metaphors
BRAVO
Thanks so much, Andrew. Your comments are really lovely and encouraging.
the subjective juxtapositioning of repeatedly gentle but longing and urgent kisses and the correspondingly light caress of a butterflies wings is magnificently pulled off here... N
Oh, you gift me with such amazing comments. Thank you, Neville.
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