This Poem was Submitted By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2016-04-16 01:15:38 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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When last We Spoke

When last we spoke I recall your voice  was music as birds flew close to listen When last we walked the sky seemed as close as your hand in mine your pulse on my skin When last we danced  my feet found wings the floor was heaven  your smile, the stars When last we made love my mind recalls every whisper my hands, every movement my soul,every sigh  

Copyright © April 2016 Joe Gustin

This Poem was Critiqued By: Regina M. Heller On Date: 2016-05-05 23:48:18
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Very romantic, very sentimental. I found that I couldn't remember any of our "lasts" because I didn't realize that they were our "lasts." I wish I had known, I would have paid attention. This poem is just perfect as it is. I like the way that speaking evolved to holding hands to dancing and finally to making love. The whole journey. Well done.

This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2016-04-16 19:38:28
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Oh wow, this is delicate and yet strong--the loving kindness, the gentleness and ease of the things you speak are a wonderful gift that you have been so kind as to pen and share with us humble readers. I know my words do not do your work justice, most enjoyable read--any woman would be delighted to have such written to her. Lora
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