So often words fail
To close the gap,
Fail to name
The truth of love.
Then must our skin
Speak for us
Until there is
No space, no silence
Nothing between
Your pulse and mine
But skin
Hand to hand,
Heart to heart,
Cheek to cheek
All pulse and breath
That is life
That becomes a dance,
Your life and mine, one life
One gesture that begs
All language to blow out the lights
And be gone;
All will be well.
One Single Impression
39 Comments
When skin touches skin
ReplyDeleteSomething will happen
You may warm the heart
You may chill the soul
Your touch tells on you
The image is so attractive, Sandy.
ReplyDeleteAnd in your nice poem I see that bright positivity which permeates every composition of yours.
That was a lovely one, Sandy
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devika
a dream --- yes. is it possible --- yes. to everything there is a beginning, and there are times i dread the skin i am in, but here in your words, a bird's eye view of human integrated circuits of love, beginning with the skin one is in --- doesn't need defining, doesn't need a label --- a very profound impression.
ReplyDeleteMy skin is dry and red at the moment... but it's a nice image and by the look of it, it is colder where you are than it is here.
ReplyDelete..whenever a poem reminds me of the dreams that children dream i love it-and therefore i like this poem_a lot..many thanks..
ReplyDeleteI'm kind of breathing hard right now myself Sandy. I guess I'll cut back on the coffee or read your blog before I have a cup. :) Pappy
ReplyDeleteSo much positivity. Like this!!
ReplyDeleteDang!! I love this poem. I felt the goosebumps on my SKIN with each line.
ReplyDeletelovely image and feeling expressed. thanks for a lift today.
ReplyDeleteI love the opening lines Sandy. The language of touch expressed in your words is beautifuly optimistic. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteOnly skins know how to speak in that private world..
ReplyDeletefrenzied entropies
And please do visit the Poetry Train being run each Monday!
Sandy--
ReplyDeleteloved how you tied the skin to our certain mortality--as if something to look forward to...I so appreciate that outlook.
Your link on my site didn't work--not sure if there was a typo in the URL? Anyway--thanks for stopping by and sharing a little skin!
As always, truly beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAnother amazing connection with words... an arm; a limb; chilled.
ReplyDeleteThis was deep and emotional; my kind of writing. Very nice piece.
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This brought to mind Pablo Neruda's sonnet XVII.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
Excellent take on this prompt Sandy, loved it!
ReplyDeletea touch is more any word can express, nicely written
ReplyDeleteI love this...it's loving and intimate. Beautiful writing, as always!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem of love and intimacy. Could be a lover or a child-- like the ambiguity of it.
ReplyDeleteI'm so entranced, I forget whose blog I'm in--but that's the way with us recovering Alkies. However, I got to say,
ReplyDeletethis line just blows me away,
How do you write so well
Anywhere, this side of...ooops!
"Nothing between
Your pulse and mine
But skin
Hand to hand,
Heart to heart,
Cheek to cheek...."
Beautiful stuff ya got goin' here.
Thank you, Sandy.
Peace, and Love,
Steve E.
I also miss Liquid (Suzanne) R.I.P.
I love your sensibility and your sensitiveness. It speaks to me so much.
ReplyDeleteJulian of Norwich - all will be well. Oh yes; I do believe that.
ReplyDeleteThis piece speaks to my spirit and to the senses. Thank you for a beautiful read.
Sandy, your words do speak this sensual truth. As does your image. Happy New Year.
ReplyDeleteNice Poem Sandy! truth in words and image
ReplyDeleteVivid and vibrant - an ode to life... love it!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, perfect for that sensual photo. I got it!
ReplyDeleteSpecial private intimacy is conveyed nicely here.
ReplyDeleteso beautiful,
ReplyDeleteso well-said,
so inspiring... cheers to 2009 sandy!
Lovely and such an enticing photo to urge one to seek warmth.
ReplyDeleteSometimes to give of each other is all thats left-nice poem.
ReplyDeleteSandy what a vivid and lovely poem. Your words are colorful even if you photos are black and white. As always, love photos. I love the way you use words. I wish I could be a s free. Well done my friend.
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I think you are right in saying that our skin can speak for us. A lovely sentiment beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteOne gesture that begs
ReplyDeleteAll language to blow out the lights
And be gone
Lovely. Just lovely.
amen... it is the simple things that are worthy of writing...
ReplyDeleteHi Sandy,
ReplyDeleteI dig the intimate, erotic element of your poem.
Peace,
Alana
Much sensitivity in your poem and fantastic photo of snow on that branch!
ReplyDeletewow !! loved it :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for being here.