A Sense of Urgency

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #293

Words:  base, near, garden, rise, reach, shame, place, while, follow, eyes, kiss, primal

Am I off base
to stand so near
I could reach up,
and touch your face?

Let your eyes melt in mine,
no shame in primal urges
here in this perfumed garden
where no one tells time.

Swallow doubts and follow
your rising desire for a while.
Place your arms around me;
kiss me on throat’s hollow.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to A Sense of Urgency

  1. oldegg says:

    How concisely you managed to use the words of the beautiful romantic piece. (P.S. Your link does not work on the Sunday Whirl; perhaps it would be best to repost this piece there.)


  2. C.C. says:

    “here in this perfumed garden
    where no one tells time”–a place where no one tells time is very telling 😉

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