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my rough face caressed
by Sigurdur Haraldssonmy rough face
caressed by
infant fingers
my stubble played with
by tiny hands
softer than silk
a toothless smile
and silent laughter
feasting my eyes
a wet kiss
planted on my nose
and sucked hard
in the hope of
nourishment other than
my abundant love
10/03/2007 Posted on 10/03/2007
Copyright © 2026 Sigurdur Haraldsson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 10/04/07 at 04:23 AM This brings back memories, and you had me all the way. But those last three lines really take the cake. good job on this one Sigurdur. |
| Posted by Rowan Luis on 02/16/08 at 01:49 PM Ah! This made me grin :) |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 11/06/11 at 12:45 PM :) |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 11/06/11 at 08:40 PM Simple and sweet. |
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