With These Hands
We laughed about the notion
Of me checking her breasts
For signs of darkness
I prepared myself for the work ahead
She smiled when I said
A strip search is necessary
As is the wine and a bath
And candles
Using massage oil to ensure a thorough search
And relaxation techniques as practiced by acrobats
I investigated the left and then the right
I used to search all through the night
I would cover every blade of grass
And kiss a clear path
All the way to her mouth
Whispering ‘the search resumes tomorrow’
The fear, like love, never goes away.
©SJ2009
Comments
Sikander | August 14, 2009 - 16:29
Wow.
This is wonderful, smokejack. Great to achieve such a romantic and tender poem from such a terrifing procedure - a well deserved cherry.
threeleafshamrock | August 15, 2009 - 21:58
I agree; this is really good. Unusual and entertaining, which is a plus in anyone's book; well done.
Chris ;)
lenchenelf | August 16, 2009 - 01:23
Beautiful, atb Lena
Cavalcaderl | August 16, 2009 - 22:47
New smokejack
Congrats;on the cherry
Brilliant way you have
got it all put to-gether.
it's full of suspense and
love.beautiful.
well done.
julie cavalcader (:-
smokejack | August 17, 2009 - 08:23
'the world would be a better place if the parents had to eat the sprouts'
What can I say? So humbled by all of your lovely compliments and sincerity. I really do apreciate the feedback. Thank you all.
Jack