In the country
on gentle silk
nights
I held you;
felt your satin
skin against mine;
smelled the lavender
in your hair.
And in the
morning,
I wanted
the sun to
melt and die
and
fall from the sky,
like a
blazing orb of
passion.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 16th, 2024 14:00
- Comment from author about the poem: My book, Seedy Town Blues was free on Amazon (the Kindle version) It may still be. Here's a link to a limited-edition book, I just published. https://booksie.chainletter.io/i/thomaswcase888
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Comments7
Very nicely imaged Thomas. Beautiful
Thank you.
Excellent
thanks.
You're welcome
Good write T.
I was The Birdman. I flew too close to the Sun and got burnt up! lol.
Lol. Thank you.
Each night of love will come to you Thomas.
Andy
Thank you. I appreciate it.
A nice write, mate. Some lovely imagery. Cheers, Tom.
Thanks, Tom. I appreciate it.
A beautiful, passionate, sensory gem of a poem. Loved it!
Thank you, Bella.
Very beautiful poem!
Thank you.
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