- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Portraits
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Never your eyes, nor your smile
Nor that errant lock of hair
Forever falling over your brow
Browned by the sun, as is your face.
Never the whispered words from your lips
As the heat of day cools into night,
Nor the off key song breaking the silence
Of the early morning as you stand
Beneath a spray of water,
Happy, maybe, to be with me,
To have formed the us where there were
Only two before,
But certainly oblivious to my poor ears
As I lie with a pillow over them,
Dion and Huston in rumbling bass-baritone.
Not the fragrance of your aftershave
Not the taste of your kiss,
Never these,
But your hands, tender and restrained strength,
Holding me, bearing me, caressing me,
The wordless affirmation I remember.
- COMMENTS
29wordsforsnowover 3 years agoSo true, what eyes might see in light, but not dark, what ears might hear if told, but not if mute, what nose might smell, if not washed; hands will always perceive, day and night, in summer and winter, whatever is spoken and worn...if not at distance too far.
And yet I'm touched by mere words, they don't know about distance, but carry emotions...thanks so much!
