If...
Canadian Storyteller Karen Godson
My Story
Poems of Desire
Poems from a Broken Heart
If...
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Picture This!
The Keep
Untouchable fortress
stoic and steadfast
rising hard and cold
from the soft, plush mound
beneath you;
you remain so guarded,
not realizing
that the safety you seek
is found not in your armour
but in My arms.
Pressed Flower
I pressed a flower to my lips
and closed my eyes;
imagined your mouth
caressing mine;
inhaled the fragrance,
made a mental note
that you smell better
than any rose
that ever tickled my nose,
or rosehips
that ever graced these lips.
You feel better than any velvet petal
on satin skin.
You taste better
than the sweetest honey
there has ever been.
And your name in my ears
sounds better than
the birds at sunrise,
as dark disappears.
When I pressed this flower
to my mouth,
I thought I'd like
to guide it South,
to come to rest
on mounds moist with dew,
and imagined its gentle
caresses were you.
and closed my eyes;
imagined your mouth
caressing mine;
inhaled the fragrance,
made a mental note
that you smell better
than any rose
that ever tickled my nose,
or rosehips
that ever graced these lips.
You feel better than any velvet petal
on satin skin.
You taste better
than the sweetest honey
there has ever been.
And your name in my ears
sounds better than
the birds at sunrise,
as dark disappears.
When I pressed this flower
to my mouth,
I thought I'd like
to guide it South,
to come to rest
on mounds moist with dew,
and imagined its gentle
caresses were you.