Poetheart Morgan

Rookie - 368 Points (05/23/1960 / Rio de Janeiro)

He Fed Me - Poem by Poetheart Morgan

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

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The story of a peach, mango and strawberries....

Comments about He Fed Me by Poetheart Morgan

  • Gold Star - 12,389 Points Mr. Nobody (5/3/2014 11:18:00 PM)

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

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  • Rookie - 21 Points Suman Kumar Das (4/19/2014 10:55:00 PM)

    so poignant ink......................from the core of heart...............loved it........ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2014

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