B is for
The way light
Changes as it
Filters through the glass,
Entering a hard beam
And leaving a scattered
Sparkle of delight,
The way you fold me,
Knees tucked into knees,
Elbow cradled
Rib and hip,
The way I crook my arms,
Bend my head and croon.
Lovely poem!
ReplyDeletesmiles...i like how you never give us the B word til the end but it is easily distinguishable...cool short
ReplyDeleteOh, just lovely!
ReplyDeleteI love the tenderness here ~ Beautiful share ~
ReplyDeleteVery clever presentation. (And beautiful picture.)Like Brian, I think it works well to save the "B" word until the end.
ReplyDeleteA lovely transformation...that hard light to the spectral beauty..you keep those ones that prism you.
ReplyDeleteAll the beauty of a newly formed body. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteLove how you shifted from light to romance--very nice! :-) Great imagery
ReplyDeleteb is for a beautiful poem... the tenderness of love that is true.
ReplyDeleteNice write!
ReplyDeleteWow! This is great.
ReplyDelete"Knees tucked into knees."
I love it!
Aaaah! :-)
ReplyDeleteThe windows are not clean enough here for the ight to diffuse and show the joy of two that were one.
ReplyDeletea beautiful poem!
ReplyDeletewhat a great thought ...light softening into a sparkle of delight....softening to the body.
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery in this. "Softening to the body" and "sparkle of delight" capture the beauty of this one.
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