Why does it always start with a gentle touch
A light blush
Flushed....crushed...a crush
Lust or lasting
Everlasting? Love?
Where does it reside?
For there is no locatable accumulation of the by product
A twist...a tryst?
Missed again for the sake of missing
Dismissing it all as just another moment
Another stutter in the microcosmic sense of what is and isn't
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/poetry-potluck-nature-plants-creatures.html
ReplyDeleteDear poet, welcome join Jingle Poetry Potluck…
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love your work.
ReplyDeletekeep it up.