A PERCENT OF OUR PASSION

THE TOUCH

A PERCENT OF OUR PASSION

 

Naught does it matter

If you cannot see my green eyes

You discern my shadow large

In the full moonlight

I am close, touch my face

It drives my core to tingle

I trace the outline

Of your nose, a miniscule bump

Sparks me to giggle

I fancy the breath from your perfect nostrils

 

Pronto, you trace the outline of my lips

Do they hold your imagination in a trance?

Are they faint, portly?

Let us bring our bodies closer

In a tight squeeze, as if we are one

I can sense your twitch, your excitement

Can you savvy mine?

Here we are, entwined

likewise, our shadows

as if the moon is a percent of our passion

 

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

What a great poetic idea Betty! The moonlight reveals enough to ignite passion but leave some to the imagination. And the moonlight shadows entwined is a beautiful image. Percent of our passion sure has a nice ring to it. Good poem!!

[Betty Hermelee]

Thanks so much WM, a great review!
Best, B