Beautiful August

Cherry
Poem of the week

By animan

Fri, 13 Sep 2013
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And, we had some good things didn't we. I loved the way
you leant into me that time, shoulder and
shoulder when I sat beside you at the morning's
meeting. I loved the way that she - do I spell
her name wrong? Sorry, if I do - told me
that you fretted that I wouldn't find you
when you were sitting on the beach
and'd moved your sunning spot. I love
the way you prepare yourself in the morning for each day, the way
you think about your clothes and how you then 
rethink them when you are not happy. I loved 
the way you'd throw yourself at me after a shower spraying
me with cold water from your wet hair. I loved the way you
smile when you're released and expecting. I love the way
you think in your face - feelings in your face. I love your purpose when
we have planned an assignation. I like it when you're cold with me
as it makes the warmer more meaningful, more precious. I love
the way you make it. I love seeing your face above me or below
deep inside the
reelings of your own filling and joying. I love the 
surprise you imply in the tips of your lips and eye
when you are waving and resolving. I love her
entrance that cups my hood before she allows me further. I love her -
period. I love the way she shows when she has
done enough. I love the curve of your doves, the point of them,
rawness and surfice - they grow and respond like thoughts to a feeling,
like feelings to a thought. I love your navel like the cove at Tintagel. I love
your arms and shoulders. I love your thighs. I love all and every bit
of you. I love your voice that entrances me
with its poise and humour. I love the sharpness to your
eyebrows when you're holding something of yourself, 
and taking note of an inner thought. I love your ears,
your high cheek bones, your lips and tips of tongue. I love your
sway, ever so slight, in your hips as you walk ahead of me;
I love the smile in each crease of your arse. I love your transient belly. I love
the sculpture of your eyelids, the depth between them and
brows. I love your hair, its darkness and waves. I love the
sound of its dryer as you look at yourself
as you dry it and then the angle of your body
when you touch up your eyes. I love to watch
you walk from the land into the sea, the movement of your
hips, the angle of your back. I love you when there is a
challenge in your voice and in your eye. Mine
for you is many ways a physical thing, I guess, but
I don't think that's bad. Is it? It's far from just that.
Certificate 18
Poem
Love

Comments

Submitted by seashore on

Much enjoyed - my only question is, what no cherries??

Submitted by hoalarg1 on

Congratulations on poem of the week. Some great lines here.