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Weak Spots

A soft hand squeeze in the dark,
A confession of magnetism,
The strange gaze beyond the majorities’ fleeting sight,
The evanescence of moonbeam in an observant eye

Arms that enclose around what shrinks,
Helping the slight grow in its warmth
A quiet mouth resting on a throbbing head,
With ears ready to listen and understand

Tearful submission,
Greeted by acceptance and love
Masculine guidance,
With sincerity and purpose from above

A quick bite of the lip,
Dragging against the nerve of desire,
The slow blink before a perfect smile,
A dream pronounced with passion

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016

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  1. Date: 6/24/2016 3:28:00 PM

    Where's the catch Laura? , this is nicey nicey, and quite different, I had to read it twice to make sure a stanza hadn't been omitted,...nice though ....only one small change I'd make,...remove " heartfelt" from line 2, just gives it an edgy feel without losing the essence? ....Ian
  1. Date: 6/24/2016 12:37:00 PM

    It is those who embrace our weak spots and love us for all we are that are the most important.. a deep introspective poem..
  1. Date: 6/24/2016 12:10:00 PM

    It is those weak spots that make us who we are, Laura ... without them, what would we be? "Arms that close around what shrinks, Helping the slight grow in its warmth" ... these particular lines got to me: vulnerable and intimate. This was a tender poem.
  1. Date: 6/24/2016 8:57:00 AM

    this is so sweet and filled with comforting thoughts. A well crafted poem, Laura.

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