homecoming

homecoming

A Poem by ChemicalMadness

our hands touched
     like they met
             30 years ago

palms figured and fissured
     fractured
     and put back together
healing balm
     and sated qualms

i read your eyes
     and remembered
     the rest of our story

sunshine always held
     so fast
          your blonde strands
     in my dreaming hands
edges of your skirt
          blew like kisses
in the breeze
          
your voice     
    (such subtle temptation)
sat on my knees
          and begged a read
while your eyes settled on me
          just like that sign
               painted above the door

    welcome home

smile, kiss...
          we're right back on the floor

© 2014 ChemicalMadness



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oh now this is really sweet, the more I read of you the more I think you must be a very nice guy

Posted 3 Years Ago


ChemicalMadness

3 Years Ago

shhhhh!!!! you'll ruin my reputation ;)

CM.
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A simply sweet sigh of sunshine in these words... again the poem floats, just like those kisses in the breeze you penned so well. Another beautiful piece, CM...

Posted 3 Years Ago


ChemicalMadness

3 Years Ago

thank you, K...very sweet of you.

CM.
sometimes we meet someone and the connection is so strong there is that feeling that we knew this person in another life, or in the same life, many years ago...

everything just falls into that place...i love the stanza about the voice sitting on the speaker's knees.
And begging a read...

and the Welcome home....like i was waiting for you all my life...smile, kiss and we are there.

with the "rest of our story"---

Posted 3 Years Ago


ChemicalMadness

3 Years Ago

thanks, jacob.

CM.

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Hopefully you find something in some of my words here...If not, there is beauty in the music (which is not mine, clearly). Listen....always listen. more..

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