Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Dancing vehemence eyes

Slightest touch sparks
a sizzling fury, of prickly
bumps up my spine

An intense flame when
You say my name

Light-headed, sweltering
Grateful for your embrace
Cannot hold my place

Just before you kiss me

A good doing and feeling poem. Like it very much.

A graveside kiss
that missed your lips,
but landed all the same.

WW, I like your style. What an intense poem.
LCR, lovely tender response. We have a family member to whom we blow graveside kisses. Nice to think they are received.