The shifting shadows in your eyes, the watchful whispers in my touch
The silent swell of your cheekbone, the clamouring creases of my palm
The nervous hollow of your throat, the sure fullness of my lips
The abyss behind your ear, the dogged resolve of my nose
The lazy silk of your neck, the jagged mist of my breath
The shrine of your smile, the pilgrimage of my fingertip
The curves of your back, the curves of my front
The song from your depths, the echoes at my fringes
The careful tautness of your boundaries, the reckless fluidity of mine
The drying moat of your doubt, the patient bridge of my longing
Zee Zee. Love is happening.
Patient bridge of my longing, and the curves bit! Well written zee… inspired this:)
*Bows down* Someone build a temple for Zee Zee’s verse! 😀
QC, are you making fun of me because I used the word shrine?
I try and say something nice and ….WAPOW! 😀
yes. you are right. I am secretly poking fun at you. you are onto me, zee zee.
Thanks all 🙂
Wow… lovely!
The last line says it all.
Very nice Ms Z.
thanks 🙂 what does it say S?
very nice, very interesting parallels, very nice indeed ZZ 🙂
thanks Shiny 🙂 like any in particular? just curious.
“The song from your depths, the echoes at my fringes
The careful tautness of your boundaries, the reckless fluidity of mine”
would be the lines that bowled me over. Different from the rest, dipping its toes into the uncharted, wish you could have gone on writing. Beautiful play…
beautiful!!! love the last line 🙂
now i’m floating between desire & longing.
very well written miss Z
thanks! that’s not an easy place to be, but hopefully, at least the view’s awesome from up there 🙂