This Here Now...

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 05 Feb 2014
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4 comments
 
Is when a shaft of light
from a late sunset
captures the blue
in those grey eyes of yours...
 
when I notice how soft
your hair’s become. White,
like swansdown;
 
a far cry from the blonde, 
tousled, spiky mop I used to liken
to a loo-brush.
 
Is when you bend
to kiss my breast, and your scent
heightens my senses...
 
like the time we climbed up
to Reekie Linn, and the River Isla 
cascading down the mountain 
took our breath away
 
as of now, when my fingers explore
all those places I’ve been to
before, yet exciting 
in their pleasant familiarity.
 
As masculine largesse
envelops feminine petiteness
and your undulation
moves to the sway of me
 
this, here, now is when
our oneness overwhelms me
and the only thing remains,
is the love we made. 
 
   
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Comments

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Lovely, Tina. Saw parts of me one here. The white-haired me. Really enjoyed.

Rich

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Rich.  Much appreciated.  

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

So much overwhelming love in this poem...it took my breath away as I read.

Some wonderful descriptions in this poem Tina...that I can't pick out a favourite,  the poem as a whole is brilliant.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Gosh, Jenny.  Thanks so much, and I'm really pleased you liked it  so muchsmiley

Tina