by sweet GA peaches
he is the rush
of my flesh,
and the whispered calm
the rage of a storm,
and the completeness of my palm.
he is compassion and passion
as a sunset in crest
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one word ~ Endearing !!!
I love this showing of what he is, to you. Great imagery and solid phrasing. Just a wonderful look into someone else's love of their man ~ Sexy and endearing ~!!
Very casually written. Some good images and metaphors but carelessly presented.
Tattler
dont worry sweet it is the negative among the positive that cant find any good in anything...tattlers just childish and unhappy in life and brings them joy to down others...grammar police are back...keep writeing...the rest of us like your work
The strength of your writing really conveys the strength of your subject.
ty,bd
If you ever cease your romantic ranting you’ll break my heart “Peaches.”
Your words are the breath of my flesh; the drop of rain that keeps this soul from withering, the light of these aging eyes that still allows a vision of hope!
William
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 40,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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