Pulse Points
PULSE POINTS
He penetrated my eyes
Speaking of scented petals
As he touched my pulse points
On my wrists, behind my ears
I closed my eyes
He speaks in whispers
Breathing life into my thoughts
Enrapturing my wits
My heart beats from within my head
A steady drum of falling in love
Over and over again
Plunging into my years of marriage
I'm a naked soul
before my husband's
Wandering eyes
Kim Rodrigues (c) 2017
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