Open-Armed.

For fleecy-soft,
cotton-wool comfort
and seductive protection,
Inside a cover of
muscle-warmed
cotton-sewn strength,
nothing can
Beat the fine feeling
I get when
my vest
catches the length
of your shirt
by an invisible seam
out on the line.

It becomes a thing
possessed,
quite enraptured
with wild
open-armed swing
free-styled,
windy-blown
tease.
Creative dance,
wrapped
in a pleasing
passionate fling.

Why when we're wearing them
Cannot we try the same thing ?

tony jolley
Now this is one of the few instances where the photo accompanying really adds volumes.... for me the poem takes flight at the end of the first verse where the photo kicks in. Clever meld of the media! Tony

kath
oooh! You have to try!!! Brilliantly described "love on a washing line" write - you have captured the scene perfectly and applied your sharp eye and keen wit with verve and style! Kath :) xxx

carol
you have to get out in the wind lady lovely

Mike
This is so imaginative and sexy and perfect... I love this, Fay!!

Linda Winchell
Very well penned poem my friend. God Bless

Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
Fay, oh my! Love this!...and you must please read my "Sometimes Words Are Not Enough"...speaking to this exact state of affairs...oh my! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing

Nikunj
there's an eternal muse and beautiful lesson in it ..winds of time teach us what lessons from preachers can't ...lets embrace those windy dances where arms know only to embrace without bias of the odours and scents ...

Liliana Negoi
because we are not the same :) but i suppose we can always wish we could :)