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Bring me the gift of you by Adri Roothman Buys

Adri Roothman Buys | Apr 19th, 2019 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

The coldness of
the violin strings
beneath my fingers
makes me shiver
like the touch of a cold winter’s night
on my naked body.

When did the music stop?

Where is the heat
that danced beneath my body
in erotic flames of salsa.

Now I sit with the icicles
of forlorn love
that hangs invisible from
my slightly parched lips.

It got caught between a
breath and a whisper
like the death of the last note
that bounced off the wall.
when your feet walked away .


Poet Bio

Adri lives in Cape Town and enjoys writing about everyday things, there are stories and poetry in everything around us, in daily events and emotions. She finds it incredibly freeing and therapeutic to dig deep into human emotions and connecting words to those human emotions.


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