No pillow comes without residue.
At our age, blessings come in small forms…
hands cradled together,
words buried in sweet breath,
unconditional nights,
uncontrolled…..
Tell me about your exploration, about
fingertips trickling down
courage….
spines do not break easily, do they?
I met you today,
I see your influence and result,
you probably know
that I see through blue eyes,
saturated by the way your fingertips move.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
Crisp and sharp, like the air on a winter day. Really good. You have a true poet’s voice I think.
Regards
Jack Fritwell
Love the last line! Glad to see more of your poems!!
your poems are lovely and very vivid!!! great work
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Lovely writing. You did a spectacular job with your finale. Love this.