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Silence dances
The music in my heart,
Of you, your sumptous memories.
Your palms are hard like a man's
Yet drives through, the sieves of my soul
And makes the man in me, shivers and quivers!
Your love, is hot to the heightest height.
I thee adore,
Tonight.
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lafro vicentino | Aug 30th, 2009
humm, hummm hummm, i must say it's very sensual and semi- red...:)... the first verse of the last stanza states "your palms are hard like a man's"..it's a bit creepy (not to say anything else) to compare a lady's hand to that, unless the woman uses key soap to wash her hands...but "your love, is hot to the heighest (did you meant to write highest?) height, is lovely!
i like this poem in particular, cause it do without the rhyming thing, very good of you! keep it up really great stuff.
Grazie mille! Emperor Omorogiuwa Edionseri | Sep 6th, 2009
Thanks for your comments... yes, "your palms are as hard as a man" shows her imperfection and that she doesn't have to be "all" that a woma should be but she's loved. I meant to write highest, you're correct! Thanks for your analysis, they really mean alot to me. Bliss!
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