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Gooseflesh Rips Past My Soul

Poetry from Barbara Kasey Smith’s Corner of the World:

Blue eyes search my soul…
desires to unfetter my heart
allow a glimpse into my emotions.
I recoil from his stares…
fumble buttons on my blouse
shake a leg in a nervous twitch.

He attempts to study my awareness…
sits down offers a wide smile.
I look up into those stunning blues
a chill runs within my essence
offers a newspaper to read.

I grin while moistening my lips…
stand-up with outreached hand
introduce myself and thank him.
His hand, warm, strong grip…
gooseflesh rips past my soul.

Hands release…
sweat lingers on my hand
part of him remains with me.
I wish to extend it back…
reverse the missing remnants.

Writer of this poem Barbara Kasey Smith – Copyright 2014 – Use by Permission Only.
 

 

Barbara K. Smith: Barbara Kasey Smith was born in Affinity, West Virginia. She was raised in a coal-mining town of Crab Orchard, West Virginia. Barbara worked for the federal government for thirty-one plus years. She enjoys reading, writing, the theater and her family and friends. Barbara loves to write poetry and opinion articles and she has been published in several anthologies, magazines, and Internet reviews. She has had four books published. She enjoys her husband and Jack Russell terrier, Miss Daisy, to be in the room as she writes because it gives her the feeling it enhances her ability to attain her best writing moments.
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