Pillows

My pillows echo soft and lingering memories faintly entangled in your scent. You are woven into my linens. Left as a reminder of time, in Heaven spent. From this waking slumber never shall I shake. Intoxicating inhalations of our first impressions, shy confessions, laughs and tousled inhibitions all left in between these sheets . . . .do keep me captivated every morning that I wake.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Vivid in your approach with this verse...I do feel the rhyme is a bit much...yet seems that's what came out as this develops in the lines...a different take at the theme...in which you use "Pillows"...all the "ions" in the lather part...

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WOW!! Nice.

Can you tell me your opinion on my short poem??

Thanks in advance.

[Emma-Leigh Ivy Cox]

Thank you very much! Yes I will do so as I have time. :)

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Thank you. ^_^