As I wake
My hands cup the nape of your neck,
thumb the tawny silk of your hair.
Your ears of cockleshell.
The fine bones of your collar.
Lashes flutter on lips.
Laughter,
then the quiet shallow breath.
The daring unvoiced question in your eyes.
Shall we?
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
Absolutely beautiful words here.
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thank you
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This is astounding
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Thank you so much…a hangover from a morning dream.
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Perfect!
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perfect is good….thank you Gael
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Ugh. This is so sweet and sensual, Lee. I loved every tease and the visual emotion on this one. Wow!
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Thank you…
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