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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I like this. Might I be so bold as to suggest a reworking of the first line, last stanza, something like substituting "on my clavicles as each electric vertebrae spine tingles?" or something of that nature? The "things" is off kilter - or maybe you wanted it that way. Up to you, but of course.

Posted 10 Years Ago


"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"
ahena :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you for reading :)
Fingers are great sensual tools and sometimes they can read a body like a book in braille. I love the line "her fingers conduct lightening from endless eyes upon me" - superb. Well written and an enjoyable read :) Justine

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

(: thank you Justine :)
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Your piece is very expressive and well penned, it's very often where sometimes great pleasure comes from pleasing...

The poem flowed nicely and had an allure to it, it was taunting, dramatic, and emotional all at once

well done :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


m.s.early

10 Years Ago

Thank you 'B'. What a gracious review.
B. Maaitah

10 Years Ago

You're most welcome... and the B stands for Bushra my name, it's Arabic it translates to Glad Tiding.. read more

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