The many grits of sandpaper

soft, raspy with sleep

your voice cracking as you paint

breath strokes on my neck

~

reddened from the sun

even your white cotton sheets

rasp against my skin

~

a calloused hand

rasps across my belly

slips under the lace

~

your teeth rasp against

my finger drawn from your mouth

the wetness glistens

6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Subhan Zein
    Jul 27, 2012 @ 03:27:06

    Hi,

    You write good poetry up here, so please keep penning and keep inspiring! ๐Ÿ™‚

    I would like to thank you for following my blog. I hope my blog doesnโ€™t disappoint you and that your visits in my blog have been and will always be a joyful ride.

    Thank you again and I wish you a lovely day! ๐Ÿ™‚

    Subhan Zein

    Reply

    • Whimsy Mimsy
      Jul 27, 2012 @ 04:08:03

      Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚

      I’ve been writing a couple years, but took a break for the last 2 – just a little over that time.

      I loved your work – that’s why I followed. Keep sharing as well!

      Reply

  2. johncoyote
    Jul 28, 2012 @ 02:50:51

    I like your use of the language in the poem. Made the poem a pleasure to read and enjoy.

    Reply

  3. Robert Davey
    Aug 01, 2012 @ 19:57:50

    Well written! Economical but expressive.

    Reply

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