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The Feminine


08.11.17 Posted in today's words by

Michael Copeland’s most recent poem to appear here was “Aunt Helen” (May 2017)

The Feminine
By Michael Copeland

Wild flowers, in the wind,
soaking the gift sunshine as
the soft heart of love’s sweet flow
gives company to nature’s bounty.

Sun-soaked tresses cascade
her golden arms ringing lightly on
moist skin of scented flowers
filling his mind with worship.
Magical feelings course the body
a tingle of passion, and more,
the breath of yesterday caressing
his neck ruffling the collar
A long overdue hug awaits him,
lithe arms encircle his body
his melting heart surrenders
to her softness and joy.



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