steady hand holding day


steady hand holding day
shooting like a star
through history
and silent spaces
in between

I hold you a while
and I love
the way you smell
the way your skin meets
my longing

steam me not by the sea
wear me like a brooch
pinned on your skin
rolling like a tidal wave
to the final shore




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-04-09 at 13:15

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