You are
all of my
4 a.m. thoughts–
the weight
of your hips
against mine,
your kisses,
your scent,
the way your
chest rises
and falls beneath
my ear–
my heartbeat
whispers into
darkness,
“Come home!”
—–
AUDIO FILE:
Penelope Connor — ink girl poet
You are
all of my
4 a.m. thoughts–
the weight
of your hips
against mine,
your kisses,
your scent,
the way your
chest rises
and falls beneath
my ear–
my heartbeat
whispers into
darkness,
“Come home!”
—–
AUDIO FILE:
POETIC FORM:
golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.
POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT: