how i begin

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how i begin

I need a start
to express my art
just a word, or a look
or a feeling
wrenched from deep within
is how I begin
a story
told through my lover's eyes
a faint surprise
as emotions play on her face
leaving their trace
on the ends of my fingers
exposed memory lingers
long into the darkness of my soul
a song that rings quietly
the tinkling of a bell
that tolls
my truth exposed
a door once closed
now open to reveal
the tender flesh of vulnerability
her eyes conceal

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

dreamweaver’s Poems (9)

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radical tongue 4
the dream of our love 1
has it been that long 1
at the slightest touch 0
the promise of love 0
how i begin 0
settling into dreams 1
the innocence of a child 1
tender thoughts 1