Balm Poem by Kara Entriken
Balm
We lie facing the lamp.
He is still.
Warmth bleeds and seeps
through the white weave
-from my skin to his
from his skin to mine-
and we are still
as we lie
facing the lamp.
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4/30/2024 6:16:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Warmth bleeds and seeps through the white weave -from my skin to his from his skin to mine- and we are still as we lie facing the lamp. you seem the poet of reality as I said and this poem is one of them which touch hearts and knock souls.. I really appreciate your poetry and of course this poem much.. loved it..well done