That's the thing about us Romantics, we know what it means to have a slow hand, and an easy touch...
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...yes, indeed! Thank you dear Vol!
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Kelly, Beautiful!
I first noticed the desperate need for shallow living in my students back i.. read moreKelly, Beautiful!
I first noticed the desperate need for shallow living in my students back in the nineties. A good example was this Senior who wanted to be a guitar player. He was always going on about how the guitarists of the sixties didn't use many chords, and they tended to strum rather than pick, and how he was so much faster. I tried to explain that speed was not the goal, touching the insides of the people who listened was what mattered. I played a couple of songs for him so he could see what passion felt like... "Nights in White Satin," "A Whiter Shade of Pale," and "Classical Gas." I said, "Go home and find out all you can about Michael Bloomfield and Super Session. He just couldn't get it... I gave up when even Cream's "Toad" couldn't break through. The lack of depth and rich thinking all throughout the last forty years tells me that Douglas Adams was right, if the Earth were destroyed, we wouldn't be missed.
Vol
Hi Kelly, just loved the way you created this piece....so delicious and soft and warming....and the ending so sensual...it lasts to me like a long guitar strum.... very subtle and sexy!
Warmly, B
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Girl, I love the way you give a compliment..."lasting like a long guitar strum!" Thank you sooo much.. read moreGirl, I love the way you give a compliment..."lasting like a long guitar strum!" Thank you sooo much!
Kelly, your poem is such a delicate and intimate exploration of touch and memory. From the first line, immediately evokes tenderness, and from there you layer it with sensuality..the hand at the small of the back, the waiting syllables of a name..so subtle yet so alive. It pulses with desire and closeness.
Roma
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I am thrilled to have your presence here, Roma. Thank you for the warmth and kindness they bring!
Kelly, I love the way this poem elevates the small, intimate gestures we often overlook. “Forehead kisses… a lost art” feels like a gentle lament, and the comparison to a name lying on the tongue makes the tenderness tactile and alive. It’s brief but lingers, like the memory of a touch you can’t quite forget.
James☆
Posted 5 Months Ago
4 Months Ago
How lovely a compliment! Thank you most kindly, James!
Almost everyone commented on the forehead kisses; I’m thinking hard about the hand at the small of the back. Age has robbed me of the opportunities, I don’t even have grandchildren or nieces to kiss on the forehead. Alas, the syllables of no one’s name lie upon my tongue. I like your poem a lot, like the emotions conveyed with a very minimal count of words. Nice sad writing Kelly.
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Have faith, my friend. The opportunity of a forehead kiss may come to you unexpectedly one day! Nev.. read moreHave faith, my friend. The opportunity of a forehead kiss may come to you unexpectedly one day! Never say never!
Yes a lost art indeed Kels. One of my Ex-s I kiss on the lips. The 'Blonde Angel' gets a peck on the cheek. The 'Blonde Angel' is more into long lingering hugs. Sending big warm hugs to you in Sunny San Diego 😁✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️
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I adore long hugs, and I'm never the first to pull away! Thanks, Tony!