Me Down

Cherry

By Richard L. Provencher

Thu, 01 Mar 2012
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and I want the sun
to lay my feathers dry

to rest among clusters of
birch in silence
know me

uncluttered
no words of sorrow
hidden from turmoil’s scruff

your fingers on my neck
scented
a tormenting distance
from your soul.

Your magnificence
I breathe.
Your hair tickles
my face
memory of you

touching.

© Richard L. Provencher

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
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Comments

Submitted by ItsSteveDave on
Richard, 'your fingers on my neck scented a tormenting distance from your soul.' This is a stark image, and for me, it hit the mark absolutely. So few words, so much said - brilliant! Steve.

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Your comments are very generous, Steve. Thank you very much. Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher