You float with blue, tinted eyes;
oh, Simone.
Dreams of your strawberry toes,
hanging between moistened planks;
dissolving, diluting in current.
Smiling from a photo,
your eyes are gauze;
behind glasses and
dampened hair.
Leaning forward,
receiving me;
looking upward;
hoping for approval.
You float with blue, tinted eyes;
but cannot tell.
I push the water,
with prayer shaped hands;
warm and dark.
You fell into my mouth,
warm and salty;
whom am I tasting?
Poem 2010 – Illustration 2015
loaded with imagery, a feast
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Thank you so much… I really liked writing it.
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These work so well together.
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Thank you Richard.
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Lots of great lines Barry
You my friend have what I call
Threaded the nail
As always Sheldon
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You are always so kind. Thank you.
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Such lovely and romantic poem, Barry.
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wow 🙂
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Wow back at you!
Thank you.
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