Letting You In
Letting You In
Your touch cools the scald,
a shortcut past my rabbiting heart.
Past the rage, straight into my soul,
my unique perspective housed in mere flesh.
I burn as you billow, casual as a cat.
My first free breath is the sweetest,
scariest, step ever.
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This poem is a quadrille, a form with 44 words (not counting the title)
This one was spun from magic by a DVerse prompt.
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Such evocative, vulnerable writing. I'm loving your work!
ReplyDeleteThank you, I appreciate that.
DeleteThere are some incredible word choices here, and my favorite comes right out of the chute: "Your touch cools the scald"
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem. That first step in letting someone into your "bubble" is the hardest. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI burn as you billow is a great line. Well penned.
ReplyDeleteI can't believe you managed to turn rabbit into a verb. That's brilliance, Chris.
ReplyDeleteYours,
David [ben Alexander]
This is dramatic - I love it!
ReplyDeleteThis is ... magical.
ReplyDeleteOnce betrayed, it is difficult to trust again -- the "scariest ever", but so worth it! Loved the image that accompanied your beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteI like this. A poem well done, Chris.
ReplyDeleteThere are such love that simply can break down the best built barriers thankfully
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