He Fed Me Poem by Poetheart Morgan

He Fed Me

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he feed me with words

what a delicate stomach that i have
such lovely skills he has

and the words ~ before ~so untied
now have a body and breathe

my breast arched like a bow
my breath so silently ~ rested ~



repeat an echo on my heart
feeling at the beginning

that was a soft blowing
no, no ~a murmur~ insisting



saying what i can't explain

a punch... makes me pull the air
while i inhale scent of fruits

and i tilt myself again
not as an arch but as a woman

what a sophisticated love is that

food me with his words and breathing me as his air

Saturday, April 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The story of a peach, mango and strawberries....
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuy Amante 03 May 2014

This blew my mind! Que coisa, voce e garota increvil obrigado

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Suman Kumar Das 19 April 2014

so poignant ink......................from the core of heart...............loved it........

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