Like a weaver,
With her spindle,
Playing with gossamer thread,
Gently dancing with your fingers,
You gave not a single smirk,
When you made me stir and shiver.
But you know what you just did.
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Author:
Gewar (
Offline) - Published: July 1st, 2024 13:38
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I have a question about the tone in this poem. Does the line "you gave not a single smirk" imply a sort of emotional distance between the characters? Because my first read through, I thought "oh this is cute and flirtatious" but on my second read through, I'm not so sure. Also, I really love the imagery here 🙂
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