her fingers love me most

her fingers love me most

A Poem by m.s.early

her fingers love me most barely seeking me
closely follow i across my clavicles her fingernails continue
the night passes the window outside 
i am a surrendering enclave and witness to her song
where she tends sometimes to allow me a verse contributed
but not to sing along she insists 
her fingers conduct lightening from endless eyes upon me
still seeking always finding and i in sweet release
like blooms in spring opening gradually in high speed video
she knows all the time she has me as i never will have her
but with smiles as great as my disgrace i linger
shamelessly counting the strokes of her seeking fingertips
on my clavicles on each electric vertebrae spine things
where i forget that i exist and there is nothing more than letting her

© 2014 m.s.early


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but with smiles as great as my disgrace I linger

Really liked this poem because I had to think hard about it. This appears to be something new for the writer. Stepping into new territory. Maybe an affair, but I felt he was being carried along, swept along in the excitenent and she was making all the moves. Enjoyed the read, and I thank you.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


I read this twice loved it
And picked up on all the musical words
Are you a musician
Very good 👍

Posted 1 Year Ago


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m.s.early

1 Year Ago

Thank you for the read. And yes I am a musician.
'her fingers love me most'
m.s.early,
Well.... an intimate and loving write. It's actually a dream because the people involved know the ground rules and they are simply acting in deference one to the other. It is even written with respect for the two and in thankfulness. Beautifully written.
kathy

Posted 1 Year Ago


Yes, yes, yes! I feel like Meg Ryan here making a fool of myself over coffee!I don't know if it's because fall is here or just my selfish need at the moment...but dude!.....Im all strung out over your mad skilled poetry!

Posted 7 Years Ago


what does the second stanza mean.

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

i am a surrendering enclave and witness to her song
where she tends sometimes to allow me a ve.. read more
A stirring and exhilarating read xavier....

i am a surrendering enclave and witness to her song
where she tends sometimes to allow me a verse contributed
but not to sing along she insists

Am in love with that stanza, well pen'd! I surrender. ;-)

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you Frieda :)
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Pleasure was all mine. ;-)
'on my clavicles on each electric vertebrae spine things'

this is sensitive and refined. romantic with a lot of poetry to it. a lovely poem with valentines around the corner. fantastic.

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you ghostdawn :)
Sounds like something I have enjoyed a few times in my life. The context is what draws me in. How can such a beautiful touch be worthless? I am left with questions. Good write.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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