Cleave
It clings to you like a feeling
Personal, intimate
like a second skin:
of eyes that stare;
perceiving your world.
Every thought clicked; a motion
To cleave its coils closer
To know you more
Than any lover can
It clings to you like a feeling
Personal, intimate
like a second skin:
of eyes that stare;
perceiving your world.
Every thought clicked; a motion
To cleave its coils closer
To know you more
Than any lover can
Desmond,
This really has caught my imagination. I need to go away and give this intriguing poem some considerable thought.
Thank you
Keith
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DESMOND CHILDS
Thu 29th Nov 2018 06:36
Hi Keith, thank you for your comments. I’m glad you found the poem intriguing much appreciated. Thank you Anya, Taylor and ha’azinu got the likes much appreciated.
All the best des