Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Her Touch

This quickening…
my heart pounded faster
…she touched my cheek and
kissed me…no sweeter kiss
of a depth of ecstasy…
beyond mere passion’s lore
…Heaven…have I ventured

Eyes widened
pupils dilated, when…
she caressed me gently
caught breath…released sigh
inhaled deeply…scent of love
basking in her aura fantastic
rendered hopelessly…delightfully
immeasurably…in love*


Jon` B. Crenshaw
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