Robed with my Glance
Sits a man with Like mind
Breathe I feel his Self saying
Breathe I hear Myself writing
Instinctively he covers his Brow
With the All Colors Fedora
Breathe I feel his Self fighting
Breathe I hear Myself scribing
Breathe I feel Myself fighting
Breathe I hear his Self scribing
Reach Me
Reach Me
He pulls off his Disguise
I feel the man is Blind
Breathe with Me
Breathe with Me
Take me In
I’m Asking
Breathe I feel Myself implore
Breathe I hear his Self explore
Take me In
Not Asking
Discover my Eyes
Discover my Eyes
Seeking The Breath of We
This is incredible, Quin. I enjoyed this very much! A very exciting piece of writing.
1st I'd like to say thank you for your comment... 2nd When I read a piece of art whether its one of mine or someone else's if I can't feel anything I don't like it, when I read this I felt something and I like it a lot. Very interesting choice of words you used that helped me create a picture.Going under my favorites. Anthony...
such a beautiful poem, i can definitely feel the tension, passion and sensuality.
Fine Piece Quin, You are a Great Wordsmith, Grinding an a beating out the images. Yes another +10. Your Pal Anytime. Philip Thanks again for your kind comments ' Wrote you 'Woman Kind' t`otherday, hope you liked it.
Dang it, Quin. You're writing hits home so hard it's unbelievable. When I read these, I wish someone would write about me in such a way... This is just so beautiful which is funny because I (semi) firmly believe that 'love stinks' Yet this poems makes me long for it.... Great, amazing, superb, fantastic writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! ! You write so beautifully, every word, every motion-you feel it all.you keep me wanting to read more-as beautiful as you-20++++