Composing in my mind and writing on/ over you in my leisure


Poems of my leisure

Lying next to you
I move my fingers
I write words
all over you

My mind and fingers
In sync
Slow and steady
And busy
While you sleep

These poems that arise
Are gone
With your sleep
As if I was dreaming
For you!





Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2016-02-10 at 01:10

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Nancy Sikora
A friend of mine used to call this, "Write on Backs." "Do you want to play Write on Backs?" he'd ask. This brought me back there. Great poem.
2016-02-10