Darren White Poet Free verse

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Compassion

His fingers trail the hated ridges across my chest
I cringe and whimper softly in his neck
They journey on in ruthless compassion,
In determined aim to conquer, a collective
act of mercy by exploring hands.
Equalizing my wasteland by massaging
and by kissing away my tears

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Carol B. November 13, 2016 at 11:01 PM Nothing is more beautiful than feeling safe in the love we share with our lover. Our walls come down and we can then be vulnerable and allow our lover to feel our hurt and help us heal in the process. Another great write!! Darren White November 13, 2016 at 11:57 PM Thank you Carol, it's scary and wonderful at once :)

Jan Allison November 13, 2016 at 3:05 PM From one extreme to the other Darren - abuse to tender loving hands found with a compassionate soul mate. The scars on one's heart cannot be seen but hopefully with love they will heal. :-) hugs Jan xx Darren White November 13, 2016 at 3:28 PM The one precedes the other yes, Jan :) One day my bf will do this for real, which is frightening and wonderful the same time....

Tim Smith November 13, 2016 at 9:21 AM Beautiful poem Darren. Very comforting Darren White November 13, 2016 at 10:14 AM Thank you, Tim.