Skinny dipping with my heart
In pools of your love
I went skinny dipping
With a splash, in your pool
Naturist, to have bared it all
Holding back, none on fear nor doubt
Shedding weights I threw my self in
Into your arms to be drenched
And while I drink I am consumed by you
And while you lay passage in me
Running through veins to my heart
I am at one with you
Closed doors
Have their own stories to tell
That is for your eyes to see, to feel
To attest in emotion's hight
I went skinny dipping
With my heart
Your pool felt warm
Connecting with my core
So I chose to settle in
A home for my heart found
Skinny dipping with my heart
Like a fish in paradise ponds
love how you compared being in love with someone to skinny deeping.
ReplyDeleteDarling sentiments in this poem; I like how the image compliments it. Nice!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the analogy "skinny dipping with my heart" lovely
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http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/05/20/the-spirit-of-the-sand-boa/
playful words.
ReplyDeletewell done.
:)
Delightfully warm and sweet. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteAnd while I drink I am consumed by you
ReplyDeleteAnd while you lay passage in me
Running through veins to my heart
I am at one with you
I love this stanza beautiful
Oh to be able to be that vulnerable...
ReplyDeleteYou expressed it perfectly.
This is wonderful. I love your take on skinny-dipping here! The words alone "Skinny dipping with my heart" say so much! Especially love the line "Closed doors have their own stories to tell". Indeed they do! Often it is what is not said or avoided that tells tells the truer story. Love it!
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