Between Cheek and ShoulderA Poem by MiriamMBCame to mind while hugging my love after a hectic day
Previous Version This is a previous version of Between Cheek and Shoulder. I’m used to finding home between concrete walls And tin roofs I knew home under the wide stretch of almond trees The inferno of the equatorial afternoon sun And the smell of roasting corn in the air the darkness of a light-off and the weight of the moon like a silver curtain over the rolling landscape the scent of my mother’s entoma her perfume filling the air upon her return the sound of my father’s leather shoes, the rose red of her lipstain I never thought to consider That I would one day find home Somewhere between the scruff of your left cheek And the curve of your shoulders The warmth of skin pressing skin And the scent of sweat and unwashed hair. © 2012 MiriamMBAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMiriamMBDenver, COAboutI write, and I want a place to share my poetry, read other people's poetry and learn to grow as a writer. I want to write on more than just impulse. more..Writing
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