Gentle

Your voice like scent

of Amaranthus,

teasing air

on wet August nights.

Your voice so soft

I wish it was touch.

How lightly could I

dance on your sigh?

How, to try?

Just staring,

so intently

from afar,

makes me afraid I'll break you.

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Haven't been here in a while. Haven't written a poem in a while. Here goes.

Gary Hardaway, Jan 18, 2013

Sweet, Roberto.

Sally Houtman, Jan 18, 2013

I needed something gentle. Thanks!

I want to write like that! *

Joani Reese, Jan 18, 2013

A love a good love poem, even if it's unrequited. Nice one, Roberto.*

Joani Reese, Jan 18, 2013

A-hem, not enough coffee yet this AM. I love a good love poem :)

Beautiful evocation of fragility and its appreciation.

Thanks guys!! Always appreciate the love.

Neil McCarthy, Jan 28, 2013

Nicely done. 'Teasing air on wet August nights' is a great
line.

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