Sunday, 15 February 2015

Naughty little secret.



Kiss my lips as you used to
seek me out from my invisibility.
I am hidden,
wrapped in words never spoken,
a darned tear
camouflaged in the weave,
a novella of our lives
intense,
         distant,
                    rebuked.
A thread  will reel us back
like the stray needles to the magnet,
close,
       tempted,
                  caught.

Light the candles,
caress oil down my back
whisper your intentions
into my hair.

Fading back into linen panels
only your scent, left on my skin
keeps my memory of your touch alive.
shhh...
your fingers to my mouth
tell me I am yours,
your naughty little secret.

KD 15/2/15

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8 comments:

  1. I appreciate the way you've set up the lines. Nicely done. My favorite part: I am hidden,
    wrapped in words never spoken,

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  2. Beautifully written, and rather moving.

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  3. for a poem about secrets, it's very revealing.

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  4. A poem full of sensual secrets..only your scent left on my skin..

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  5. Written beautifully. I can relate. I was a naughty little secret way back in the 80's - it was quite exciting actually..........

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