spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
my lips sigh as the water slowly slips
through black grains of sand
how I long to feel your caress
even as the waves gently lap my feet
your red lips quivered
when my thumb stroked you there
an intake of breath and
your eyes sparkled before softly closing
I remember your quiet hum of contentment
for I had placed this special moment
within my breast for the future
I miss your kisses
just like I miss my hand on your hip
back then girls weren’t meant to love girls
just like now
and you’re long gone from me
every so often
I pull out your memory
and smile tears of wistful yearning
tara caribou | ©2020
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Very romantic! 🙂
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Thanks
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You do make me aware of all that I am missing. We really appreciate your insights into what is wonderful.
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Sweet. So satisfying and revealing.
Maybe lesbianism is cool after all. 💖💖💖😈
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I think Love is cool.
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Creates a beautifully strong sense of longing.
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Thank you Robert
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You’re welcome Tara
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It’s really amazing, how much love you’ve expressed in your writings. I hope you realize at least a portion of it in your life…
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Not in the way I would like, but there is always love in some form.
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Your writings reflect love in so many forms, I’m sure you’ll find it someday…
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Awesome as usual Tara. Love it.
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Thanks Anita. Good to see you stop by.
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Wow, love your poem, Tara! This is a marvelous tribute to lesbian love. You would love to read our Catalan poet Maria Mercè Marçal. Your piece reminds me of her lesbian poems. It is just a pity there is no English translation yet as far as I know. Marçal was a superb writer like Sylvia Plath.
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I think I mostly just wanted to express real love. And the way it touches our lives and sticks with us throughout the years.
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A lovely sense of nostalgia and sweet yearning Tara.
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Thanks Andrea.
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Found you through writer! Glad I checked you out. You write beautifully. definitely going to check out more of your work!!
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Thank you Mercury!! I’m so glad you liked what you saw! Thank you following.
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