Hold me tight
Both arms now
Lazy dance of
Your fingertips
Draw waltzing steps
Across my skin
Ebbing into
Softness
Feeling just so
Utterly loved
Lie with me
As our hearts
Settle their racing rhythm
Beautiful, sad songs
Part the haze
Of infinite moments
Stretching across
Our days
Loss looms
Somewhere downhill
Many nights from now
One of us
Will lie alone
Becoming the sorrow
In this song
But for tonight
Little tears
Make trails
From relief
Not grief
That all quiet hours
Belong to us
Here and now
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Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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Well-wrought!
I love how you mirrored the slow, careful pace of the fingertips by breaking the lines so quickly. The way you described the touch was masterful; it allowed us to feel the intimate sensation, not just read about it. I like how the ocean was subtly brought into play when you expressed the sensation using the evocative word, 'ebbing.'
You captured a very deep feeling of present comfort mixed with the awareness of future sorrow. It is a powerful reminder to cherish the quiet, loving moments you have right now.
I wish the need to grieve never comes. Loved your poem!
Again. Your free verse is as strong as anyone's and you picked a beautifully poignant song to match it with. Just breathtaking. So honesty open and a joy a reminder to exist in the not wrapped up in what will be. What is. Actually reminds me of something in doctor who. I'll find it. https://youtu.be/SSpuvOPa4uI?si=1QwPxD-46QJswZ6Y Sublime work, lass. Truly