finger tips?
This poped into my head while posting in a slightly purile thread in the random thoughts section. I used to write a fair amount, never really tried, stuff would just show up in my brain without my asking for it. The only way that I could get it out again was to write it down never to read it again never wanting to. It has been at least two years since anything, probably longer. And there is a goodly amount of cheese in this, but then all poetry is made of cheese of one kind or another though it usually contains other things as well. I'm not even sure if this can rightly be called poetry as there is no consistent rhythm, verse, or meter to it, there is some of course but for all I can tell it is random and inconsistenet. This may be more of a rant than actual poetry. Anyhow, heregoes. Beware, this is very very weird and perhaps a bit psychotic.
I we? sit silently eyes closed
touching barely fingertips and tips of fingers
Music maybe but no words only music softly touching fingertips touching fingertips touching hands
but not moving mine alone
each moves the other moves the self
both in time together but alone neither
fingertips alone touch the air touch nothing feel the void
fingertips together touch fingertips
together touch hands touch arms
Fingertips trace shoulders
Fingertips trace faces
Two faces facing faces eyes closed
Fingertips gently
Touching soft bellies naked breathing
Fingertips touching warmth
Sharing warmth glow brighter than with eyes open
Sharing life sharing energy; calm
Fingertips barely touching fingertips
Touching chests heave gently slowly steady
Fingertips feel heartbeats peaceful
Two faces facing faces
Two bellies, chests, heartbeats
Safe here
Fingertips touching fingertips
Touching minds touching souls
Two faces eyes closed
Two souls eyes open
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Originally Posted by Beyond-the-Clouds
you're even dumer than I thinked.
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Professor Jumbo
hi
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