Tags : fingers

Nile Bank

Nile Bank

A Poem by Abdul Batin Osman Bey


written by the sound of Jazz and the Ethiopian Zion Coptic Church
You

You

A Poem by amz


Four beautiful lines that I can't seem to add a single thought to -_-
MIA VOLPE ITALIANA

MIA VOLPE ITALIANA

A Poem by kublakhan27


In the futurewere I somehow successfulin carving out a path to yourlush Italian fleshand were I to unfurl mysuppressed imaginationand let imagined ani..
Snow Kiss

Snow Kiss

A Poem by Jessica Jean


And I am lost In the feeling of Non belief The air is Practically Glittering silver Silver and snow On my hands In the air On my lips As h..
HOW I VISION YOU

HOW I VISION YOU

A Poem by kublakhan27


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BLUE FOR YOU

BLUE FOR YOU

A Poem by kublakhan27


02 28 13
AN ODE HAS FALLEN ILL

AN ODE HAS FALLEN ILL

A Poem by kublakhan27


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Ramble #2: Delusion

Ramble #2: Delusion

A Poem by Harley


Lace my fingers with yours,And peer behind those orbs.Search for reality, or maybe illusion.Try and figure out if our love is delusion.Capture your sw..
Dream

Dream

A Poem by Harley


I dreamed a dream so sweet,I knew it to be false.My head on your chest,Our fingers entwined,Your painted canvas colored with the dawn.Flesh on flesh,R..
Aphrodite Incarnate

Aphrodite Incarnate

A Poem by kera moondust


some friends and I were talking about if we were greek goddesses or gods who we would be, I'd be Aphrodite
SPRING DEW

SPRING DEW

A Poem by kublakhan27


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Thinking in Round Squares

Thinking in Round Squares

A Book by Abdul Batin Osman Bey


Another group of poems expanding the horizons of self and the wider places around me.
Finger tips

Finger tips

A Poem by John Holmes


what marks do we leave?
I Don't F**k, I Make Love

I Don't F**k, I Make Love

A Poem by kera moondust


My ex and I began talking again last night... Yeah.
cafuné

cafuné

A Poem by Dana Alsamsam


cafuné (n): the act of tenderly running your fingers through your lover's hair
artist's hands

artist's hands

A Poem by Dana Alsamsam


just like most thingsmy heartbreaklooked so disturbinglybeautifulheld in the curvatureof your fingers.at least, youwere holding me.