image by Martin Stranka
catch me
as i fall
eyes closed
and nonchalant
wind whipped
lockets
tangle around your unseen fingers
grasping
gasping
across clover scented hills
catch my breath
with your lips
breath me in
my essence
swoon with me
until we are floating
through deep mists
and time is nothing
but a fluttering of swifts
on the breeze.
KD
11/5/14
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There's an understated passion to this that I really like! Well done!
ReplyDeleteI like this.. a tenderness that mimic the picture so well..
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind word on my blog - I have to say your poem is beautiful, I love it.
ReplyDeletevery well done...so tender
ReplyDeletei like the soft dreamy call here..
ReplyDeleteSomething about the way the words flow in this almost induces a trancelike state. It is both sweet and sensual.
ReplyDelete"i fall
ReplyDeleteeyes closed
and nonchalant
wind whipped"
Such a clear description of the complete image. And I love the use of "clover," a spice used for pain and to control dizziness.
Yum.
well thanks Magaly, it is a happy coincidence, the clover reference :)
ReplyDeleteVery sensual lovers dreams, what inspiration its beautiful
ReplyDeleteHugs Lynn xxx
There is a very soft romantic feel to this that is incredibly magical and and lyrical.
ReplyDeleteLoveliness...I like that nonchalant wind...
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem..a dreamy quality about it.
ReplyDeleteSprinkled with sensuality ... quite lovely to read and contemplate :-)
ReplyDeleteAhhhh. Love and serenity mix well here.
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