Poem -
November Short
Remember how meltingly you pressed your fingertips into the apex of my sheath?Ā
You rocked with its cadence.Ā
A slow-dancing chinook sea.
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How did my frost feel between our body heat?
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Remember how you kept reaching for the fringe of my hem as I slipped away?
I could always see you perched at the fog-dripped window.
My throat couldn't stretch a yell.
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I lowered the shade upon your image,
sharp and motionless.
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I am so glad that something made me visit this page and all that it contains ..
Maybe it was the fact I found the title captivating & it served as some kind of literary lure ..
Whatever the case, I was certainly not disappointed ..
On the contrary, I was .. and even as I type this initial response remain delighted and now both suspect and hope your 'November Short' will be the first of many such visits ..
With seasonal Kind Regards and All Good Things,
Neville :)
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Thank you Neville! I've been enjoying your words for some time now, and am honoured that you read my work and enjoyed it š I really appreciate your comment, it made my day!
You are more than welcome my friend .. :)
Hi Brittany, another beautiful poem, such a talented artist, a powerhouse of the written word, I canĀ“t keep up with you! :) IĀ“m still savouring your other poems and so looking forward to reading the others that you have posted. Hope you are very well. x
Thank you!! I think you are very talented as well! Your words are a delight:) hope your new year will be off to a great start.Ā