Fingertip Poems - Poems about Fingertip

FINGER ART feel   & touch digitally &       manipulate the paint caressed   imagination immersed into my   sensorary     self with finger-tip awareness ...

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I am waiting here patiently under this canopy For thee with flaming heart and a sunlit soul And the courage that never grows old I can feel your presence everywhere And the pains that you have to bear Come and sit with me And I will set your troubled heart free Desires...

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We do not speak of love. Philosophies entwine, bridge and bind The careful space between us. We do not speak of love. A fingertip might sometimes touch; If it lingers, who can count the time? We do not speak. Our eyes Ignite the atmosphere! We seize, we hold, we lie together Kind to kind, fear to fear; We rise, pull some words around us Of physio-chemical...

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Moonlight! Scattered in her hair, A divine moment! In which I want to whisper the sea, indecent, sweets wishes, I don't know if the pine scent will bother you, my love Because time runs an accelerating rhythm. Heart rate, fingertip rhythm, sensitivity of the cheekbones. Maybe we could try, something new Carried by the moon's changes, sail away, in a scream, well-aligned Thoughts, love, movements,...

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Sunlight surfaced at the breach of dawn It climbed salty rungs to emerge from the sea When fully risen, what had been spawned? A molten fireball cast from the dragon's breath, a firey yawn exhaled in languorous flight searing tangerine flames across the horizon Daylight drifted over waking valleys and hills in dappled luminance of shimmering gold It danced in pirouettes upon my...

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When leaks my pen of flowing ink I quickly staunch the flood by blotting with my fingertip the pool of chromatic drip Escapees while my mind took flight wandering across the sky writing in script of a damsel's plight until the globules caught my eye Often, I've stopped writing to think.... there lies drops of my poem's blood Swirls and whirls of rhyme and phrase captured...

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there has been so much i have missed, but i am touching it now these new experiences are like the sensitive nipples of my dreams when i touch her, she shows me more when i fondle her, she lets me dig deeper when i explore her, she discloses the master key to her freedom i look beyond the limits now, and i...

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My Each Fingertip Whole world was at my each fingertip And another pen I hard had to grip As words did flow out on each page Looking like star performing on a stage. Drama in each poem it did contain And I wrote another again and again To meet someone's desire and satisfy A sad feeling when someone did die. Maybe it might be...

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Looking at my hands  Still young to Grasp a brush for  Gracie's ponytails And strong enough To tickle my big boy Dylan Patting my kids back heartily  As I hug them  Soft enough  To glide my fingertips Across my lovers arms Fresh enough to touch the sick  In my presence I realize as I trace the veins That they'll be knobby and weak One old day and I'll flip Pages of...

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Fingertip to Fingertip, Wanting the right words to slip, Far away is where to jaunt, Holding near is all I want. Fingertip to fingertip, Kiss me here; lip to lip. Heavy times come to all, A dead ends the next wall. Talk becomes cheap, The road life turns steep. Hold up every thought, Soak in all that she’s taught. Sitting so close at heart, Reading the cancer...

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FINGERTIP GAZE In an instant when meet our gazes ...

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