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salt of my skin
by Emily G Myerson his lips
I can taste
the salt of my skin
sweat
to him
& to me
again
& he is a child
in my arms
a man
in my head
he has charms
in a touch
of my back
& he is the hope
that love isn't dead
& he has beguiled me
with a promise of innocence
that can so easily
be forgotten
when I can taste
the salt of my skin
on him. 07/29/2006 Author's Note: every first kiss deserves a poem.
Posted on 07/29/2006
Copyright © 2025 Emily G Myers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Holly H Dunne on 07/31/06 at 05:25 PM "& he is the hope that love isn't dead" my favourite line, so evocotive!
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| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/01/06 at 03:21 AM I really like this in its orginal capture of innocense within the frame of relationship, and also the way it comes full circle by finishing with the same image it starts with. Kudos! |
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