Trace

Here I lie and trace The red crescent moon You left on my waist. Fingers traced my spine, Dug in deep, drew this Shaded shape of mine. Trace the tender mark You branded on my Neck and naked heart.

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Jon Terry

Date: 7/18/2012 4:31:00 PM

this brilliant , simple words have formed such a picture Jon

David Nickle Read

Date: 7/13/2012 8:19:00 AM

So little says so much.... it's also a very beautiful poem. Read

Kathryn Collins

Date: 7/13/2012 7:49:00 AM

Wow Annie. Such originality in your use of language. You say it like no one else and that is a gift. Kathy

Keith Bickerstaffe

Date: 7/10/2012 1:51:00 PM

You use simple language to such powerful effect. There is not a word too much or too little, Brittle. You have produced a beautiful poem of love... passionate, yet tender, with a smooth cadence and spot-on rhyming. :) x