no touch made unsure,
a brush of tenderness
just shy of pleasure
to be smothered
with a blade of comfort…
I cannot realize
myself from this other.
without a line to define
with no kiss too meager
or a must of lust to start a fuss
around every corner
I embrace and I absorb
with an open body
stepping forth
like no body else
will endure
or capture
and then not a second misplaced
we part, eager
to displace
to start over,
retrace
a honey moon
glamour
-B. Brown
viaDailyPrompt: Meager
(art by Yossi Kotler)
wonderful piece. Love your writing, B.
Thanks GrumpyG 😀
My husband, whose name was B. Brown, was also a poet. Gave me a start.
Really? That’s awesome. Someone is introducing me the world of comic book illustration currently. Positive influences ❤️
He was also a fine artist, but three-dimensional. Good luck in ypur new artistic adventures.
Great poem! “a brush of tenderness/just shy of pleasure”
Your flow is amazing. 😊
Thank yous ☺️
The way this flows… lovely girl!
thank you 😀
Wonderful poem! and loving the art work as well.
Thank you 😀