Author’s Note: I found this challenge about two weeks too late. It involves a different kind of poetry style. I honestly don’t completely understand. It’s 3 groups of 3 lines, with 9 syllables each line. The first group is to describe the physical. The second group the mental or emotional. The final is to describe the spiritual. I struggle because groups 2 and 3 always seem to get muddied. I’m also sometimes struggling with counting syllables. You’ll see what I mean in my responses to future challenges. I do need to link back to Ninefold Dragon’s blog to the first week’s challenge.
His thumb brushes the nape of my neck
As his hand strokes the curve of my hip.
I melt relaxing in his embrace.
I write and yet my words are hidden.
I cannot express emotion’s depth.
I lose my meanings in your deep eyes.
Joy explodes as souls become enmeshed.
The union of flesh so long denied
Brings peace that cannot be wiped away.