Ena Nin

When It Happens - Poem by Ena Nin

the wildfire
of each morning
slips into breathless
no scent is left
but a waft
of her fragrant skin
drifting around you, and
leaving you completely
nothing but a whiff
of sputtering flames
rippling through
every nerve,
in mindless surrender,
if it happens.

Comments about When It Happens by Ena Nin

  • (4/9/2010 6:53:00 PM)

    when softness of touch
    reach tenderness of skin
    warmth crackles within
    bursting into unseen
    sparks between

    thanks, so passionate
    verses from gentle heart.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 11, 2010

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