29 November 2010

Washed Away


waiting
until the last moment
allowing your scent
to ride my body
a protective shield
against your absence

waiting
until the last moment
begging the essence of you
to bleed into my pores
before I wash you
off my skin

10 comments:

  1. Deep words that touched my soul...the last stanza blew my mind!!! Wonderful writing girlfriend oxox

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  2. What is the scent of water?

    Your words start me thinking Zen-like
    but I still have to face the world,
    partition it to be safe;
    a zone for others to circumnavigate,
    watch their step.
    I'd better eat a big steak,
    flex my muscles, fly straight,
    sonic boom, and reverberate,
    create my space...or
    lay claim to someone else's.
    Always keeping, always holding
    never letting go and counting.
    A good fence makes the man;
    measure him by the size of his prison.
    I look forward to the day
    when I can be less
    than what I am.
    I was always happiest
    with an empty plate.

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  3. Thanks girlfriend for reading me and for your comment :-)

    And thanks Ted for creating your beautiful words here :-)

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  4. Just a great post! Thanks....

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  5. Wow,such impressions lingering along the skin, masterful!!!! WOW! :) YOU are an amazing talent, such a special gift.

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  6. Brilliant! Love reading it. :)

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  7. the imagery is mind blowing here.
    divine poetry.
    keep it up.

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  8. http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/11/poetry-potluck-nature-plants-creatures.html

    Dear poet, welcome join Jingle Poetry Potluck…
    First time participants can link in 1 – 3 old poems, or poems unrelated to our theme…
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    Hope to see you soon,
    xxx

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  9. Many thanks to all of you for your great comments. Very very much appreciated :)

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