Before My Fingertips Forget

It’s been too long.

Once I knew every line,

every nuance of you.

I knew your touch

and the smell of your hair.

I knew the way you cocked your head

when something I did puzzled you.

Or the slight upturn of your mouth

when you looked in my eyes.

I knew the taste of your lips.

But it’s been too long.

The shade of your eyes

I’m sure were blue.

But I see them as just haze

in my mind.

I want to feel the stubble of your beard,

before my fingertips forget.

 

Copyright © 2017 Penny Wilson

About Penny Wilson Writes

I am a freelance writer that writes in several genres. I've had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. I've written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com and WOW Women on Writing. I'm currently working on my first novel. You can find more of my writings on my blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow me on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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17 Responses to Before My Fingertips Forget

  1. VishalDutia says:

    Nice One 💐💐👌👍

  2. A delightful poem, Penny.

  3. Such enchanting words…I loved that raw purity, that sweet misery❤❤❤

  4. Lots of emotion packed into this poem in a sensory way that draws the reader into your thoughts.

  5. WaltPage says:

    Made me smile 😃💛

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