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Wrestling Verses


Wrestling Verses


Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

remain,
trapped in rolled-up sleeves.


Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,

scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.


My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,

your skin,
your bare back my canvas,

my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.


Wrestling verses,

lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,

still,

my fingers tickle your soft skin,

my ink would run dry,

were it not for your gentle touch

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 5/13/2013 5:43:00 AM
This beauty is one of my favourite of favourites of yours..Its sensual classic and romantic-Charma
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Date: 5/13/2013 9:36:00 AM
Thank you very much, dear Charma! :-)
Date: 5/8/2013 12:11:00 PM
So much is said....thanks for writing...
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Date: 5/9/2013 3:35:00 AM
Thank you, Sima :-)
Date: 5/1/2013 12:26:00 PM
So complex and withdrawn. Keep writing, my friend, you have talent, I loved it. love, JuliMichelle
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Date: 5/2/2013 3:16:00 AM
I am touched that my scribble has touched you, JuliMichelle! Thank you for your warm words!