I thought I knew you in the dark
Your whispers soft in my ear
Your breath warm in my hair
Your caresses gentle as I dreamt
Your hand stroking my thigh
Or was it just
Could it have been
Nothing more than
A bump in the night?
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October 11, 2009 at 10:11 pm
uninvoked
Hello Miss Demure,
You have quite the blog here. I love the banner in particular, and the unique quote underneath it. I’m afraid I don’t know much about poetry, so I can’t offer you anything in the way of critique, but I do wonder…
If something is touching your thigh and you know you’re alone…don’t you maybe want to flip the lights on and look? It could be a spider.
October 11, 2009 at 10:50 pm
cherokeebydesign
Awesome write.
Raven
http://cherokeebydesign.wordpress.com/
October 12, 2009 at 8:24 am
Gel
tender and insightful, perhaps even wistful or sad
either way, very nice poem for the prompt
October 12, 2009 at 5:02 pm
nickpierce
Nice and tight. I would go with caress. Just my way.
October 12, 2009 at 7:16 pm
Jenifer Nicola
I like the intensity in the first line! This was short and sweet. Nice job.
October 13, 2009 at 7:42 pm
lady maggie
might have something to do with where i lay my head down, but i’ve always found “bump” to be the correct answer, although one never ever stops hoping, hope being a nasty little habit we’re all born with
l.m.
October 22, 2009 at 6:54 pm
cordieb
I simply love the honesty in this poem. I was right there, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how I’ve felt after a suspected “bump in the night” Unfortunately, most times my suspicions were correct. Oh my….. Or, perhaps my suspicious aura was a turn off… Who TF knows. . . 🙂
Again, very profound, mind engaging poem here!
Blessings, C.