They are usually the reason we ever learned what longing means.. and the reason we write about it… beautiful

This is so excellent. I’m really glad I read it, thanks for posting.

This particular stanza didn’t read smooth. If I may suggest…

That towel, is drawn tight
to guard her beauty.
His hands still remember
the soft curve shapes of her lovely breasts,
the gentle hollow where shadows meet.

Great writing.

Incredible ink .. and so perfectly spilled ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍

Wow! That was a very sensual reminiscence. You really brought the imagery here

Hoi hoi

Wow! If this isn’t a declaration of love, I don’t know what is.
What a beautiful write!
A great thing you posted it!

Kind regards, Gus

I enjoy writing about this type of memory. Thanks for reading! Always grateful for your visits and comments.

Loss of innocence written with impressionist imagery that captivate me as I read. Very well done indeed.

John

Exceptional ink my friend .. thank heaven for memories eh & of course for poetry .. Neville 😎👍

Fantastic. Oh! I love the blade.

Powerfully penned, S. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

孤独なトンボ Kodokuna tonbo ≽༏≼
(Lonely Dragonfly)

The mind is touched, sad emotions softly whispered unto, your diction, Dear Poetess, lends a tale of long ago … yet, ever-present in the Samurai heart’s core ‘n eternal soul ~ his katana.
And, ohhh, you’ve sang it’s poignant timbre as a true Onna-Bugeisha, who always spoke her power equally by virtue of ebony kanji or blooded tanto.

The rhythm ‘n flow of your Free Verse Quatrains dance above the page, as though transporting us into those feudal moments of yore … the magick hallmark of a master poetess’ pen.

I strived to highlight a word, a line, a verse for you … alas, all conspired to create the whole of exact poetical symmetry – your artwork choice in sheer perfection.

I gratefully bow 🥋 … thank you, Dear S. Libellule ⁓ Richard ⛩️

The soul of a samurai rendered into a pome of compelling wonder. You have the spirit of Japan written with the Zen of a poet who can translate a culture and a place and its people into poetry that resounds like koto music in the night.

John