Breathing Deeply Poem by Lonnie Hicks

Breathing Deeply

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You never knew if she caressed you
or if it was her caressing grasp

her way of beguiling you
insisting that you like it

that you agree to it
despite your common sense


to flee.

Part of you was fascinated
partly a bit afraid

part wanting to resist

this forwardness in her
her confidence

in assuming that
I would agree.

Her breath on mine;
the two mingled;

too warm
too close

yet I needed

to experience it

feel what came next

in our little story

of defining

whether my

rising fear

would swell

into existence

or would be be waylaid

by my own need to grasp

to see if I could shake

her being
perhaps to her core

and I decided upon
the latter

guiding her hand
to my shoulder

to see if it would

holding her

to see if she
would be shy
or be bold.

She felt stronger
than I realized
more substantial

larger than I had guessed
and I did not guide her
to me

rather than glided

to her

and she hesitated

because my hands
moved slowly

around her waist.

A waist it was
and light

as if she anticipated
my move
my guidance

to where
the moon awaited.

Her hand
in mine
we moved
side by side

through couples

around us


by the waiting moon.

I could smell the lilacs

the jasmine too

and we both
took in the perfume
breathing deeply.

To be continued

Sunday, June 24, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
Akhtar Jawad 08 July 2018

Life in love described in a lovely poem.

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Dillip K. Swain 25 June 2018

As a poor poet you need my workshop if you feel esteemed.

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Robert Murray Smith 24 June 2018

The Phantom strikes again. Everywhere going Nowhere.

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Lonnie Hicks 24 June 2018

To be continued

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