The Feel Of One Word Saying

Wednesday, Eighth of September Prose Poetry Prompt: J.D. Harms via Ann Marie Steele

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warmth —

endless meanderings over such
seemingly smooth, richly textured, closer
brazenly searing when drawn up
through questing curious tips

plushness —

dabbed repeatedly, following paths known
and not
all the ends, the varying centers
every deserving place in between

pressure —

riveted, constant, unyielding
placed just so, not randomly
deliberately curled
in fear of release

succulence —

the light, flows in space
captured, returned freely
along with pungency, acrid salt
musky assault so savored

bound —

in acceptance, in surrender, together
each most vulnerable, seeking solace
pushing the other ahead,
no lingering with self

death —