My palm blossoms forth,
fingers stretching toward the sun
reaching for the empty space
beside me, reaching out for you;
reaching out for your copper warmth
skin wrapped in twilight
in a cold Winter’s night kiss,
your eyes a molten blue.
I curl inward, around cotton memory
aching for your return,
idyllic Summer rain
helping me forget all this pain.
Love love love this.
“I curl inward…” is brilliantly evocative
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I do so love your writing!
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The wording is powerful and the way you weave each letter together works perfectly. The timing of each sentence feels like a fresh breath and the imagery it conjures is incredible.
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Thank you 😊
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Loved this poem! Very nostalgia-inducing!
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Thank you!
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