This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt is “playful,” so I decided to try a bit of poetry. I’m rusty, to say the least. But here’s a bit of “playing with words.”
Like You
What if I (stopped/started)
kissing you
right beneath your earlobe,
in that shadowy
place where you
forget to shave
sometimes?
Would you be okay with that?
If I (forgot/memorized) the smell
of your
aftershave?
If I let the heat
of your skin
in my memory
(go cold)?
Even though
you see
my eyes (avoiding/tracing)
the line
of your jaw,
you say
(nothing/everything).
You watch me look (away)
and let me
sit in
silence,
mulling over
your chin
and the edge of
my tea cup.
There is so
much (discordant/fervent) music
between the notes
of a (silent) conversation
between (old/new) lovers.
So much I’m not
ready to (keep/lose).
Stay by my side
until the sun (sets/rises)–
I am (afraid/hopeful)
to see it (go/come)…
like you.
Beautiful. I can see thoughts of your current situation here and read your feelings between your lines.
Rebel xox
This was powerful and evocative! Thanks for sharing! 😉
This is gorgeous ?
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