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As the Rain comes down...
by Anastasia ShowsDrumming the heavenly life force;
rain-
on my tin roof
pitter.
patter.
and my recollections of yesterday
resurface...
your gentle soft
h a n d s
going
u
p
and
d
o
w
n
my back as i
breathe in
the sensual scent of jasmine.
stress lifts from my muscles
and warmth flows over my body...
i flip and slowly
p u l l
the shirt off your well freckled back
and as you bite my neck i
connect constellations with the scratches
that i make
a c c r o s s
your skin. 12/11/2008 Posted on 12/12/2008
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 12/12/08 at 02:26 AM i like it because you find the tiny details that no one else might notice |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 12/12/08 at 04:09 AM I like the way you play with the form to draw out certain parts almost teasingly. Lovely. |
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