Effusion
Effusion
The bottoms of my feet are tender from walking the lengths of your dreams, yet I
Barter the comfort of sanity for passage through the sacred door you left unlatched.
Plotting the lines of travail while my body lies motionless beneath the ceiling fan
And a wad of hand-sewn quilt, I wax sentimental at the sound of your respiration.
My words are clumsy and tumble out before they are adequately dressed, leaving
A clouded token of affection hovering expectantly mere breaths above your pillow.
© Tina Jordan 2017 All Rights Reserved
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That was awesome! Thanks for sharing
Thank you for reading! :)
The constant night watch of our partners, wondering where their dreams may be...
Thanks for stopping by and reading :)
I love it, Tina - you explore the hidden country of unfulfilled wishes
Thank you so much John :)
Very sensual and intimate. Longings not communicated, my heart wrenchs in silence.
Thank you kindly for reading :)
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Beautiful
Thanks so much! :)
Sensual and haunting! <3
Thank you dear <3
i really love this! ill give a follow, would love to see more :)
Thanks so much! :)
Beautiful!!! I'm glad and grateful for your upvote on my work...because it led me to yours.....amazing writing and a kindred soul ;)
I'm glad you stopped by! Thank you <3