Sensitivity

In the hours between dusk and dawn,

that’s where you’ll find me

drenched by morning dew

lazing in lavender haze;

arms outstretched,

silent wishes imprinted upon

veiled mute lips.

There, our pagoda,

sanctum of our honesty

you lay bare more truth

upon pale flesh

than a lifetimes worth in daylight.

Rosepetalled flutterkisses

between welcoming hips

unknown other worlds doze.

Dawn’s light burns

pale skin epitomises

cracks,

so broken

we

cannot be fixed.

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20 responses to “Sensitivity

  1. ‘Rosepetalled flutterkisses between welcoming hips’….wow! *the sound of speechlessness*…however..a strong sad write. // Peter.

  2. lots of truth in those rosepetal kisses between welcome hips…whew is it hot in here…as long as there is truth between two it makes it worth it eh?

  3. Rosepetalled flutterkisses
    between welcoming hips
    unknown other worlds doze.

    Hellllloooooooo! wow…. That’s a keeper….. I was wondering what needs to be fixed though, because it sounded wonderful….. nice poem….. thank you

  4. Really enjoyed this, love the word choices and this was just tremendous:

    than a lifetimes worth in daylight.

    Rosepetalled flutterkisses

    between welcoming hips

    unknown other worlds doze.

    Thanks for sharing

  5. The intimacy and trust are stunning. Metaphorically strong with excellent word choices to invite the gentle thoughts. Beautiful work, Shan.

    Beth

  6. I felt you were whispering this one to me, like you were sharing a secret, intimate and real. I pray we can be fixed, dear heart. Pieces like this help fill in the cracks in my dry old soul.

Put me out of my misery people!

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Sensitivity

In the hours between dusk and dawn,

that’s where you’ll find me

drenched by morning dew

lazing in lavender haze;

arms outstretched,

silent wishes imprinted upon

veiled mute lips.

There, our pagoda,

sanctum of our honesty

you lay bare more truth

upon pale flesh

than a lifetimes worth in daylight.

Rosepetalled flutterkisses

between welcoming hips

unknown other worlds doze.

Dawn’s light burns

pale skin epitomises

cracks,

so broken

we

cannot be fixed.

Put me out of my misery people!

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