Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

Weak Spots I

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

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James Inman January 5, 2018 at 3:50 AM A unique series of writes Laura. I actually started with II and III and came back to I. A very clever idea. Laura Breidenthal January 6, 2018 at 10:20 PM Thanks James! Glad you got to read them :) <3~Laura

John Fleming January 2, 2018 at 3:13 AM A good place to start I always think - at the beginning...so here goes. :) john Laura Breidenthal January 6, 2018 at 10:19 PM Thanks John! I always appreciate your visits :) <3~Laura

Anthony Mark June 24, 2016 at 3:28 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 Laura Breidenthal June 24, 2016 at 9:10 PM Ah...hm, I see what you mean. a confession of magnetism is assumed to be heartfelt. Lol. I will take your suggestion and omit the word. Thanks Ian, have a great weekend. <3~Laura

Timothy Hicks June 24, 2016 at 12:10 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. Laura Breidenthal June 24, 2016 at 9:08 PM Thanks for reading, Timothy. Sometimes it's the small things that make me weak to the point of tears. Vulnerability sometimes feels good. <3~Laura

Andrea Dietrich June 24, 2016 at 8:57 AM this is so sweet and filled with comforting thoughts. A well crafted poem, Laura. Laura Breidenthal June 24, 2016 at 9:05 PM Thank you so much, Andrea. I'll be exploring your page again reall soon. Love your limericks! <3~Laura