Geraldine Matus
Geraldine writes to save her sanity and sense of humour, and loves the joy of words being born through the imagination's eye.
POEMS
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all i am wanting is to touch your cheek just once just one caress as you are passing through my imagination my fingertips touch the hem of your skirt rustling silk against my skin rustling silk rustling silk whispering against your full blossomed bosom rising and falling with the rhythm of our breath your presence makes me hungry my fingertips search your lips for the place where i can find mine for the place where i begin in your thoughts for the place where i begin in your body my fingertips find the moist softness of your mouth discover your teeth white sentinels guarding your voice my fingertips exploring your chin and silken cheek rustling silk rustling silk rustling silk my fingertips whisper as they proceed legatissimo along the length of your neck lingering at your seashell smooth ear tiny grotto dedicated to bird song above the broad valley of your temple rustling silk rustling silk rustling silk my fingertips see your eyes your lashes a soft spined resistance like short grass on bare feet and you chasing me all ‘round the mulberry bush' and all i am wanting is to touch your cheek just once just once just one moment of eternity wanting your ear and heart listening telling you that my heart is broken telling you light has left my day telling you i am alone in darkness who can explain the horrors of the living whom do you tell that your dog has been poisoned when your mother is dead? |