The Idea Poem by Cheyenne Rhon
The Idea
It's futile to like an 'idea' and let your mind define what beckons you. The body knows what it needs to rise to it's peak, the eyes though not reliable on the first try do find the eventual outline, so the fingertips can trace those lips, amplifying the burst of chemicals released from the first kiss.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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I rule with my body.
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5/1/2024 10:52:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Dear Rhon, Nice thoughts. I liked it and loved it. Thanks!