amour-propre.

drink deep of my world

tricklefingers tickled down the length of my throat

sing loud with my voice

secret mysteries harboured in the warmth of my hair

look wide with my eyes

gasping symphonies blaring from the wild of my mind

hold tight with my fingers

hidden scents abounding in the cockleshells of my ears

walk firm with my feet

forgotten flavours of what once was linger between my lips

stand tall within my form

i am all that i am and all that i can hold

most times,

that is enough.

Reviews

[Amit Parmessur]

You write well.
Far from the world of rejections, we are ready to help maximum people get published.
I do suggest you submit a few poems to Golden Apple for our future issues.
We are looking for and considering submissions right now.

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[Arthur Crow]

There’s always so much depth and substance in your scribes... and so artistically woven together.
I can see what I have been missing by not coming here so I will have to drop by more often! Thank you :)

[Crowley]

Brought my cup.....filler up...lol. This is a small tribute to self and the art of being comfortable in your own skin. Only then can we invite others over for a slumber party in our skin and comfortably share it. Wonderful...

[Nobody.]

"the wild of my mind" love that. the entire piece is sensually stunning. and when you throw in one of your patented nonchalant high power endings...it really takes the whole piece to an even higher level.
good stuff.

[Ed Hart]

how long does the moon stay full around your house

[miSS LEaf]

such a serenity.......

stand tall within my form
i am all that i am and all that i can hold


most times,
that is enough.

i love it when you speak my mind, lol ~