As On My Fingers Poem by Doris Cornago
As On My Fingers
Love the way the sun glances off treetops
And filters from leaves hitting rocks
Dappling sidewalk with tapestry
Reminding me of negligee
Warming my toes
In repose
Red
Shoes
With peekaboo
Toenails same color
As on my fingers, how fancy
Free, you and me of last night, spooning
In words, from head to toes until asleep, so deep
When you cannot be together physically, be connected with words, it's more powerful as it touches the heart deeply. Thus I know that poets make great lovers. Don't be stunted by the false belief that size is all that matters. It's the skillful use and the passion you put in words.: -)
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5/7/2024 4:29:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely poem.. Though not physically you can be connected to each other through poem. Well written
As poets, we connect. You don't have to touch me with your hand, just your words will be fine.: -)