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Be that
heartbeat
like music to my ears
one that makes me sing
harmony
playfully
around an upright piano
or tangled up in the sheets

Be that
sinful filling
in my cupcake
the one worth the weight
naughtily
teasing me
away from the 9 to 5
and into your wicked game

Be that
welcomed back rub
on weary shoulders
the kind that never ends
miraculously
fixing me
kneading my troubles gone
as fast as your hands can

Be that
one true, fine
love i let in
the kind that builds up
constantly
unconditionally
bathing lost, abandoned corners
in undying perfect light

Rene ~ February 3, 2013

If February makes you shiver,
get under those covers and dream :)

Central Library, Manchester, UK , Robin Gosnall


For:

Magpie Tales

100 Word Song-
this weeks song prompt
"Strength" by The Alarm

Poets United and

d'Verse Poets #Open Link Nite

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 3, 2013 at 11:14 AM

    I really like this!!! The second stanza was perfect!!!

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  2. Daniel NestFebruary 3, 2013 at 11:24 AM

    Great piece!

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  3. UnknownFebruary 3, 2013 at 12:22 PM

    Never has a better love song been penned. You rock this, Rene!

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 3, 2013 at 2:14 PM

    This is wonderful. I want one too!

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  5. BerowneFebruary 3, 2013 at 2:21 PM

    Curious and dreamlike. Quite enjoyable...

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  6. Kathe W.February 3, 2013 at 2:37 PM

    this is lovely!

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  7. Audrey Howitt aka DivaloungerFebruary 3, 2013 at 2:44 PM

    I loved this Rene! Just a fabulous write!

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  8. Brian MillerFebruary 3, 2013 at 4:02 PM

    smiles...i hope they are that for you...love the elements you chose...the back rub and cake....and the music of the heartbeat...sounds like the ingredients to a fine love to me...smiles.

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  9. Antonietta MayFebruary 3, 2013 at 6:57 PM

    very nice, I really like it!

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  10. AnonymousFebruary 3, 2013 at 7:06 PM

    I like this one!
    McGuffy's Reader
    http://www.mcguffysreader.blogspot.com

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  11. AnonymousFebruary 4, 2013 at 5:14 AM

    Very beautifully written!

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  12. AM ZafaranFebruary 4, 2013 at 5:55 AM

    Felt good reading this poem. Very dream like.

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  13. Tess KincaidFebruary 4, 2013 at 5:17 PM

    Very nice, Rene...

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  14. AnonymousFebruary 4, 2013 at 5:31 PM

    yummy poem like the seductiveness you bring in :-)

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  15. kaykualaFebruary 5, 2013 at 5:47 AM

    naughtily
    teasing me
    away from the 9 to 5
    and into your wicked game

    Has that playful feel, Rene! Someone is not reporting for work but staying home for some fun! Nicely!

    Hank

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  16. Silent Otto February 5, 2013 at 9:21 AM

    If in doubt always remember the bees , all four of them

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  17. AnonymousFebruary 5, 2013 at 12:49 PM

    Perfect, and I especially loved the 3rd stanza.

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  18. ~T~February 5, 2013 at 12:53 PM

    A perfect Valentine!

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  19. UnknownFebruary 6, 2013 at 2:55 AM

    each of these are excellent, personally I like the second one the best, but all are great. Thanks

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