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Bowing the strings.
At last, night fall.
A heavy breeze thickens.
Bodies like waves,
we rise and fall.
Tangled in sheets,
our own curtain call.
A small flame flickers,
in the corner casting shadows.
Of two lovers mending,
showing the curve of their backbones.
A submissive darkness,
touched only by heat.
A desperate affection
of bowing the strings.
A heavy breeze thickens.
Bodies like waves,
we rise and fall.
Tangled in sheets,
our own curtain call.
A small flame flickers,
in the corner casting shadows.
Of two lovers mending,
showing the curve of their backbones.
A submissive darkness,
touched only by heat.
A desperate affection
of bowing the strings.
Published 26th Apr 2017
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27th Apr 2017 8:13am
30th Apr 2017 3:25pm
This poem has lots of movement, which is very appropriate for the topic. Good choice of words, nicely written
Anonymous
5th May 2017 12:32pm
Very evocative poem. Beautiful 👍🏻
6th May 2017 2:37am
Anonymous
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2nd May 2018 1:04am
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21st Jul 2020 6:19am
4th May 2022 6:10am
Romantic and sexy. These verses are savourable, scenes easily visualised:
A heavy breeze thickens.
Bodies like waves,
we rise and fall.
Tangled in sheets,
our own curtain call.
A small flame flickers,
in the corner casting shadows.
Of two lovers mending,
showing the curve of their backbones.
A heavy breeze thickens.
Bodies like waves,
we rise and fall.
Tangled in sheets,
our own curtain call.
A small flame flickers,
in the corner casting shadows.
Of two lovers mending,
showing the curve of their backbones.
