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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

Date: 1/5/2018 3:50:00 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
Date: 1/6/2018 10:20:00 PM

Thanks James! Glad you got to read them :) <3~Laura

John Fleming

Date: 1/2/2018 3:13:00 AM

A good place to start I always think - at the beginning...so here goes. :) john

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 1/6/2018 10:19:00 PM

Thanks John! I always appreciate your visits :) <3~Laura

Anthony Mark

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

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 6/24/2016 9:10:00 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

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.

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 6/24/2016 9:08:00 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

Date: 6/24/2016 8:57:00 AM

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

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 6/24/2016 9:05:00 PM

Thank you so much, Andrea. I'll be exploring your page again reall soon. Love your limericks! <3~Laura