My Privacy
Questioning the conscience, thoughts of infidelity
Is it cheating,
If the only flesh I touched,
Belonged to that of me?
….
Words gifted from another
Brought forth passion like no other.
No voice
No stroke
No trailing fingertips..
Just the breathy shuddering sigh
His name resting on my lips…
….
Questioning the secrets, my thoughts in privacy
Don’t we all
Enjoy the plunge
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08/09/2009
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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