soft lashes drifting
shut as languor over-
takes my body like
dye racing up a cotton
sheath. the sheer silence
penetrating my essence with
crochet hooks pulling me
deeper.
15
Jan, 2012
soft lashes drifting
shut as languor over-
takes my body like
dye racing up a cotton
sheath. the sheer silence
penetrating my essence with
crochet hooks pulling me
deeper.
5 comments-
leah said on January 16, 2012
I like this line "dye racing up a cotton
sheath" it's visual and adds to this poem. Well done.
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Becky Sain said on January 16, 2012
Very nice.
Thanks for sharing!
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bajanpoet said on January 16, 2012
"the sheer silence
penetrating my essence with
crochet hooks pulling me
deeper."
LOVE IT!
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booguloo said on January 16, 2012
Enjoyed this a lot.
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Taylor said on January 21, 2012
some divine meditation lines, well done.
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