Tuesday, February 8, 2011

your face


these worn gloves
will not adorn my hands
when i next see you
it has been so long
i want to touch your face
i want to feel your warm skin
i want to feel the stubble
the wrinkles
your smile
i want to remember the feel
of face touching face
i will cast these gloves aside
not caring to wear them again
i want the feel of your face
to remain forever on my hands
Photo and Poem by: audrey
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5 comments:

  1. JanFebruary 9, 2011 at 3:04 AM

    What is this about? Doesn't matter, I like it.

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  2. MarleneFebruary 9, 2011 at 9:02 AM

    Lovely poem Audrey, very thought provoking.

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  3. yoboroboFebruary 9, 2011 at 9:47 AM

    I love this poem, Audrey. We need to cast aside those gloves. Perfectly said. :) xoxox!!! Pam

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  4. DeborahFebruary 9, 2011 at 11:02 AM

    Oh Audrey, this is so beautiful.
    **sigh** Deb

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  5. AnonymousFebruary 10, 2011 at 2:02 PM

    AUDREY, I KNOW YOU MISS YOUR BROTHER SO. I FEEL YOUR PAIN.HUGS LINDA

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