emotions falter
right off the couch
the oars
of his heart
paddling to
places of
near silence
places of
“show don’t tell”
the promise kept
unbroken
despite its demise
“show don’t tell”
his heart’s quarry
nestling in commas
in merry intoxication
the slightest touch
transcending to feet
giving toes their
much deserved
blissful freedom
i see it all
spiky mane
mighty roar
his unedited claws
glistening in
pure orange sunlight
no longer restless
delights shining heartily on
thump, love and exhaustion
his room no longer, misty
his fingertips, warm
and i am glad for that
by mary ann blinkhorn
for 3WW at:
http://www.threewordwednesday.com/
The three words: emotion, falter and touch
