Fingertips slide
Along the patina of your skin
Seeking gullies in which to hide
Crevices, creases and other things
Sketching highlights far and wide
Feeling their way with rarefied touch
Until they whisper to the underside
Until they’re lost and found and such
In sweat-soaked draperies
And windswept finery
Fingertips slide
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Really like this one – good flow, excellent imagery.
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Thanks, VJ! I was pretty happy with how this one turned out. Much appreciated 🙂
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Beautiful choice of words : )
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Thanks so much! I’ve been writing a bit more simply and I think it’s working out well 🙂
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Quite lovely
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Thanks, Tara! Much appreciated 🙂
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