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"Mes de los Muertos"

Softly Woven

By Lydia Manx

Softly Woven

The scent is softly woven through my mind
The memory of the times we were entwined
Feather pillows beneath our sweaty head
Silky sheets tangled between our sides
While our feet touched effortlessly

Favored were the moments accented by weather
The hint of rain in the wind
Fertile soil dampened by sky drops
Wafting through the half open sill aromas
Of flora and fauna flowing over our musky sex

Kisses scattered from head to toes
Trails of caresses still touching my skin
Even with the distance of miles and time
Still there are the remains of our shared secrets
We'd whispered through the nights

Sudden awakening of deep passions
Our souls locked together from birth
Only dawn brings the cold on foggy fingertips
Thus now by death we are separated
And I am lost in those softly woven remembered scents on my pillow.



2 April 2012

Article © Lydia Manx. All rights reserved.
Published on 2012-05-14
2 Reader Comments
Pete McArd;e
05/15/2012
08:24:20 PM
Very sensual and poignant---nice! P
Barry
05/19/2012
03:36:43 PM
Powerful stuff, Lydia.
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