from my bed, this morn
a cold kiss blown,
making its way to the vein
in your neck, and to the hot blood
flowing there, where your heart
reaches up for your brain,
on blue strings played,
to the couplet beat
of love
from my bed, this morn
a cold kiss blown,
making its way to the vein
in your neck, and to the hot blood
flowing there, where your heart
reaches up for your brain,
on blue strings played,
to the couplet beat
of love
Reblogged this on Saying Nothing in Particular and commented:
Amen to the sentiments expressed in this lovely poem!
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Thank you, Jan!
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Lovely!
janet (via JT Twissel’s blog)
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Beautiful
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