if I came to you
vulnerable and open
would you reach for me,
one arm securing
all that I am,
while using the other
to point out across
my insecurities.
anchoring our eyes
as one,
and say
enough, these end.
then, holding tighter,
you would smell my hair.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Yes!
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Wow… You’re offering quite a lot with that yes, Michael. I’d forgotten about this poem. Man does it sound so inviting.
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Dream, dream, dream …
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A hopeless one am I. Thank you for sharing this song, Ben.
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It seemed utterly appropriate as a comment here.
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Your additions are always welcome, Ben.
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Thank you. 🙂
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🙂
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Thank you, sweet one. ♡
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Gorgeously romantic
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Happy to have talented eyes reading my poetry. Your support means a lot.
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You take the words from my mouth that’s how I feel too about you my redhaired beautiful sister
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Aww. I’m nowhere close to your mastery, but if I can pretend for a minute, then I shall. xoxoxoxo
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You sure are my redhaired mergirl♡
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Yours, Always 💖
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Very sensual, Poetess!!
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I found her for a few minutes. ♡
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So beautiful, So passionate …sigh!!
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Thank you, Morgan xo
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Songs get right to our hearts with so few words and so much passion.
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Yeah..this was written shortly after that song played..
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Ohhhh, this is sweet. Love the ending “smell my hair”.
😘💕
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Hi, Staci. Thanks! The ending is key, I think. 😍
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Haha, yes. It paints a picture of security and affection.
Have a great weekend Audrey.
😘💕
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Thanks, you too, Staci ♡
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🙂 ❤
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This is so beautiful! 💖💖💖
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Thank you so much!💞
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Lovey!
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Thank you, Ms. Penny
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Life is too short to spent any time at all on insecurities. Good one, Audrey
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Let the wind catch our sail so to speak. Thank you, John
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A romantic! The imagery of the bay, and the use of the word anchoring provides a wonderful metaphor.
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Who me? Yes…pathetically so. Hopeless, I’m afraid. Rob, you’re showing your poetic muscle. Nice! Thank you for the kind words.
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A beautiful poem. Gentle and flowing, with just a hint of sadness.
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Stephen, thank you for being here. Sadness, perhaps, but maybe just maybe longing which contains hope. Most importantly. I’m glad this touched you.
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