just told me
your fingers
that reach to the sky
just told me
i’m not the same without you
© r.e.l. 5/31/12

image by simeon schatz photography
posted for Poetry Picnic 6/3-6/10/12 on Jingle Poetry
your fingers
that reach to the sky
just told me
i’m not the same without you
© r.e.l. 5/31/12

image by simeon schatz photography
posted for Poetry Picnic 6/3-6/10/12 on Jingle Poetry
This entry was posted on May 31, 2012 by robin. It was filed under poetry and was tagged with innuendo, love, me, sky, you.
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Metaphor for a wounding. This is blissful writing!
June 10, 2012 at 4:37 am
love the metaphors…
June 10, 2012 at 8:04 am