It is
But a whisper
Falling gently
From the air
A sound lost
In the quiet
As I watch you
Brush your hair.
By the mirror
Of the dresser
Fading perfume
Lingers still
Slowly drawn
Into the memory
Of loves vibration
Wanton will.
My shirt
About your shoulders
Your reflection
Meets my eyes
A wisping smile
Soon forgotten
As a ponytail
You tie.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments7
There is something so gentle and tender so feminine about this poem that captures so well a man's view of femininity and its alure. It is innocent, playful yet quiet and all done in very nice rhyme. It feels romantic and is a fave my friend
Most kind, thanking you my friend, much appreciated
You are very welcome friend
Good write N. Did you use a mirror to see if the bus was coming? lol.
I used two but no sign lol
Did I long nothing but your reflection in my inner mirror ?
its the beholders eye my friend
Always marvelled about the eyes double function as a mirror and not just to see out of. šš»šļø
Glad you got it my friend, thanks and appreciation
Ah, Norman...Iād be reluctant to say anything and interrupt. Iād want to enjoy another minute of being there together. š¹š¤ššÆļøš¦āā¬
Thanks my friend, perfectly summed up, much appreciated
Such loving words Norman.
Andy
Thanks, much appreciated as always
Tender and beautiful
most kind, thanks and much appreciation
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