A Story of Delicacy
They met under the covers,
This couple in the night.
He and she barely touched,
But their subtle intensity
Was intoxicating.
With her fingers, she
Followed the lines of his life that
Were etched in his hands.
She spent a half a hour just on the
Right hand alone.
The touch lifted her.
Then she went to his left hand. It
Too told his story.
She felt it in the hollow of his palm
And in the strength of his fingers.
She was reminded of what she
Already knew about him.
Their lips almost met,
Their bodies almost entwined,
But intentionally they did not.
Magnetism ensued.
Hands heeded the passion.
He responded
By placing her hand
Just where it needed to be.
She did the same.
Susan Patterson
12-2015
Audio and Author Comment~
Well, well, maybe I should not post this poem. Perhaps it is a little too explicit. Ah, the heart of a poet! What can one say? May you always have passion in your life. "A Story of Delicacy" can be found in my new book, Passions. You can find Passions at http://www.earlenegrey.com/passions.html Why not order a few for gifts in the coming months? |
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May your spring 2018 be full of insight and passion. Your poet, skp.