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Rosemary

by Glenn Currier

my fingers brush
the parted leaves
of her body
her luxurious intoxicating scent
arouses, penetrates
and evaporates
one tension
with another

06/27/2005

Posted on 06/27/2005
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 06/28/05 at 03:37 AM

A trampoline of love Glenn. Well done...Charlie

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 06/28/05 at 07:13 PM

I think with this poem you will bring back the notion of love, long forgotten and dusty in its niche

Posted by Maureen Glaude on 06/28/05 at 08:03 PM

mmm, delicious, and yes, gentle. beautiful.

Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/28/05 at 09:21 PM

Spices and senses mesh in a physically spiritual verse that sends us all to the spice shoppe.

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/29/05 at 02:22 PM

This is beautiful Glenn. It leaves you with a soft erotic feelings.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/01/05 at 01:04 AM

Not so subtle double meaning here I think. Senuous and sensual.

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