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I met you in a dream and we tumbled
trees high around us, your hair
in braids of meadow grass tied
with wildflowers and laughter.
I cried dew drops
on each blade until the sun
rose you rose you smelled of roses.
We whispered as fire rode the sky
all I saw was upward my heart strained
my tears churned into butter
your hands on me without shame
my body shivering under the heat
of that longed for connection I woke
to my own voice shouting
please touch me
I’m ready I’m wide
open.
awesome
Thank you!
The 5th and 6th line was so lit and on point!
Thank you!
Nice.
sad to read it
Great poem @shawnamawna! What can I say, that is hot! Really sensual feeling to the imagery and language. I hope I'm not wrong lol or I have just made a fool of myself but that's the impression I got from the poem :)
This is a really nice poetry😊 @shawnamawna