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


    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


    • 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!


  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.


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

    Well written! Economical but expressive.


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