la petite cuillère

Tingles started in my fingers,
now spreading.
Not moving them.
Other hand wants to
aches to
move
but stays on your hip.
No hardship.
Nose grazing
back of your neck.
Gently.
Gently-er.
Fighting urges to
give in
give back
give up
give.
Balancing actor.
Shadows falling
for you
across us.
You shiver.
I freeze.
‘Cause when you wake up
that’s when
I know
that’s when
you question it all.

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  1. jen says:

    aw, i’m glad you’re doing national poetry month. this is heartbreaking.

  2. Sid says:

    So … I don’t speak French and decided to google the title of your blog post. And well I got sent to a kamasutra website. Guess I can expect yet any other little talk from the IT department.

  3. andhari says:

    OH WOW the title.

    :P

  4. AuburnKat says:

    Are you talking about me again? =)

  5. Amanda says:

    “Gently-er”

    Upon this word, the English major in me makes me (1) pause, (2)object, (3) smile, (4) love. (In that order.) Nice work! (The whole peom, not just the one word.)

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