The world turns
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When we write about love it is often about our love for another.But we may not think so much about how we might love ourselves and our being in the world.How being embodied and through relating to and through our bodies,we relate to rhe entire world/universe.
the top one resting against the lower
touching with tenderness
your own skin to skin.
Forefinger propped on chin,
I let the others dangle,
how softly gravity tugs them downwards
.Let heart beat quietly,slowly
as the blood circulates carrying its music ,
a river,following the path of least resistance
.How the blood vessels receive willingly this flow,
touching it kindly as with tiny open fingers,
helping and being helped.
How the hair on the head floats on the breeze,
like tentacles of an octopuswaving goodbye.
Top eyelid loves the lower one;
as we blink they touch
like lovers kissing swiftly behind a tree.
and how the light comes in
we see a world.
Mine may not be yours
so we’re all touching and being touched,
lips kissing each other, kiss all living creatures.
skin to skin
air to air.
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Thank you
Well thought out poetry , I had to read over a few lines to make sure I got them correct. I quite unusual, for the lack of a better word , meaning different and interesting.
This poet lives art also , I could be wrong, but with reason.
Thanks for sharing. Nice.
bless.
Thank you so much.Sky.
You are quite welcome, please excuse the typos , bad habbit of typing in very little light and sometimes , this is the price. The pc light I nave is for the winter, Thanks
well dang, this was beautiful. ha i giggled at the image of hair being like tentacles waving goodbye. it seems they were really waving hello. kissing and touching. we all loved being touched, so touched and be touched, if only lingering handshakes or hugs. great writing.
PrettyWater 4 months ago
Nice poem