i hear the to and fro sounds
of a pin-striped towel
drying off shoulders
back and buttocks
i draw nearer
draped in terry towel grace
wet hair, wet face
he kisses me
nips my bottom lip
lively winds blow
the kind that links
improv to years
the kind that
hiding , finding, reminding
wandering hand in hand
by mary ann blinkhorn
Superb opening lines: original and drew me in to the rest of the poem. Excellent.
Thanks! I worked on this one a little bit longer than most–couldn’t get it right, at first.
lovely poem – takes you inside and holds you there….
What a lovely comment. Thank you. 🙂
This is subliminally sensual. Very nice!
Thank you so much, Liz. I saw the way that our “story” is progressing via email notifications. I am delighted and thankful to the group. I’ll be over a bit later. 🙂 M.A.
I have to go over soon too, but yes, lo,l it is good!
Reblogged this on little box of books and commented:
Poetry with motion
That’s very sweet of you, Liz. Thanks. 🙂
Thank you, Jaxon Film Fest! 🙂
I like this Mary. Strawberry Fields Forever x
Thanks so much. I was wondering who would be the first person to say that! 🙂
Am I that obvious!? I guess so! Had to be said…
Ha! Indeed…and thanks!
Let me take you take you down…subliminal messages I guess…
Strawberry Fields – John Lennon realizing that he doesn’t know all the answers, nor does he have to.
A graceful description of love… subtle and appealing to all the senses 🙂
That’s a lovely compliment. Thank you. 🙂
Almost carnal, in a very agreeable way! I really like it!
Thanks, my friend. I appreciate your visit.
Wonderful poem! Thank you for sharing it.
I’m delighted that you stopped by, Kristin. Nice to meet you, and thanks!
Lovely poem. Thanks for liking my post.
Thanks, Fiona. 🙂
Beautiful, you have a way with words.
Thanks. I just visited your blog and subscribed. I’ll look forward to future entries.