Beautiful poetry by Susan. A must read! Prompted this clumsy reaction – your song, Susan
floats softly like feather strokes
flashing like the dazzle of white teeth
on darkened Serre gums
how such tender caresss words still cut
like a sharp serrated knife,
piercing deep, stroking and stoking
is the paradox of a song
that blows, glows, warms and melts
all at once, four as once
if i could stretch my spirit
to where you are, i would haunt you
through the door we call dreaming
but it is difficult to spin a strand of self
that far, so instead i will call you here
sculpted of shadow where i want skin
sometimes distance is distance
& sometimes longing feels a little bit like loss.
perhaps we will dream an us together,
want drawn by want to a place where desire
is answered by touch, tangible
& real as the weight of your mouth moving over mine,
the heat of your breathing.
Reflections 
Noel–your response to this poem is as beautiful, as evocative as anything that came from my fingertips. Honored and flattered that you reblogged. Imela, Noel!
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susan’s poem is stunning and yes N, the response equally so, and very powerful. love them both!
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