Something More Than Just Skin Deep
I dare not tell you, just how much
I want to find that sacred place ..
Somewhere beneath the surface
of her skin ..
Where each one of those, sweet
honey hued, shy summer freckles
splashed so
very randomly across both cheeks
and of course,
that nose of hers, each choose to
hide in winter ..
Or indeed, just how much, I want
to take a running jump
and dive head first, into the pools
of deepest blue, those
she views each aspect of her entire
world through ..
And although, I have some way to go
Dear lord, I am
so grateful for my eyes, my fingertips
and for my tongue ..
Through each of which, I feel and see
and taste each day, a tiny piece of heaven ..
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Author:
Neville (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2023 04:19
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Wow... Happy new year my friend and what a powerful read for me. As today I struggle with my body just falling apart, you reminded me at least I can still touch, feel and laugh.
Thank you again and many the rest of our year's be as wonderful as your great big heart.
Much peace and respect
Many thank you's & back at ya Dan but with a double dollop of peace, love and respect kind sir 🙂
The senses of love used by a romantic and told with such energy in line after line makes this an exciting read mon dear ami - - top marks again for making me sigh that I did not write this ...........x
How extraordinarily kind of you ma'am .. What a lovely thing to suggest this fine Sunday mane 🙂 x
Now why you not gonna tell us? I know why. You want to save me from a swoon! lol.
that's just one of the many reasons sir Steven 🙂
This is a poem to truly dive into head first, and be immersed in the richness of sensuous words. There can be no doubt but that it is personal and dear. Thank you for sharing the fervor.
and I am truly grateful to you Bella for visiting my little scribble .. thank you again and so much .. Neville
May that heaven be forever with you Neville.
Andy
Bloomin hope so ......... Cheers my little Golden Wonder 🙂
Hi Neville, this is superb!
Your observations, infatuations, and emotions are all delicately displayed in this poem.
It's like seeing without having to open your eyes - something otherworldly, and mutual
Hey Rocky, tis indeed good to see you here my friend .. Happy New Year to you and yours & thank you for stopping by 🙂
Spencer's legacy breathes
within these very lines
even in our loveless Time!
(Amoretti, I: Happy ye leaves when as those lilly lands
by by the great, Edmund Spencer:
'Happy ye leaves when as those lilly hands,
Which hold my life in their dead doing might
Shall handle you and hold in loves soft bands,
Lyke captives trembling at the victors sight.
And happy lines, on which with starry light,
Those lamping eyes will deigne sometimes to look
And reade the sorrowes of my dying spright,
Written with teares in harts close bleeding book.
And happy rymes bath’d in the sacred brooke,
Of Helicon whence she derived is,
When ye behold that Angels blessed looke,
My soules long lacked foode, my heavens blis.
Leaves, lines, and rymes, seeke her to please alone,
Whom if ye please, I care for other none.)
simply Brilliant! dear Poet supreme
forgive me
for pasting Spencer's poem
on your page,
I just wanted you to be aware
of how unquestionably, favourable
your poetry
compares to those of the great poet's in history
(at least in my humble opinion)
thank you! what a treat
(this must be the prelude
to 'Something more than just a Flutter'
I had the line:
'Just like some Hapless
moth, perchance ..'
running through my mind for days now)
lol
I sound like such a pathetic geek
oh well
try as I might, I can only be what I am...
😎
I am more than honoured brother Mek much more and truly ..
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