Smidgens
Posted on January 16, 2015 by Elan Mudrow
I see behind the glance
The smell of hair
My nose dug deep
Kisses graze off
Missed deserts drink
Daylight, a fear
Nighttime, a place of fibs
Soft hidden in the harsh
I have no sight
Beyond what I feel
Fingertips wander
Within contact, silence
It’s not a word
For those, who run
And run, and ruin
Wetness drops, then
A host of wishes
The sky is too full
Planets glide, as
Satellites grab, desperately
I’ve a thousand looks
A tune for everyone
That includes nobody
I say nothing, as it should be.
I see before the glances
Scent lingers, now
I dig my face, deep
Inside the pillow
Category: PoetryTags: Author, Creative Writing, Depression, Erotic, Heartbreak, Kissing, Loneliness, Love, Meditation, Night, Nighttime, Passion, Poem, Poetry, Sex, Spirituality, Writer, Writing
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well written and very well pictured. Thanks for sharing.
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of all things made of love, this is a kind. This truely is worth reading.
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Thanks!
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Marvelous Elan.
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Thank you so much!
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loved it.
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Same here – I enjoyed the picture as well as your words.
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Thanks!
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Lovely images. i like “I have no sight Beyond what I feel”.
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Beautiful.
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wow , amazing. so beautiful
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I do so love both the image and the woven words🌕
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I really liked “run. run. ruin”. Nice…
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Beautiful, I enjoyed this so much
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Thanks!
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This is lovely
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