The man on the train
accidentally touches
my hand and in that instant
a dogwood leaf lands
on the rain kissed glass.
It flinches against the
window pane.
The man is distinguished,
in his elegant suit and
periwinkle shirt.
I can tell he is
used to being admired
by women.
The leaf makes its way
up the glass.
I can feel the warmth
of his thigh
as it rubs up against
mine with every thrust
of the train.
I would be so proud
if he were mine.
Our eyes connect. Hold.
His pulling me forward
His face is tender.
I imagine he believes in
Shakespeare, distant ships,
stray winds, Miles Davis,
the sweet sound
of needle to
groove.
I bite my lip to keep
from moving closer.
I want the warmth
of his name
in my mouth.
There’s an erotic energy
between us.
He reduces me to ashes,
I never want to brush
off.
What if we started
a conversation?
What if he gave himself
over to me?
What if he touched me
there and there?
The trees sway and
blur in the window.
The clouds look like satin
sheets we could lie in.
His beauty makes
my eyes ache.
His full lips, a glazy
pastry’s crust.
He jolts against me,
his arm brushes my breast,
I become a shivering thing
as the train comes to
a stop.
He wears me out
and I don’t even
know his name.
-Tosha Michelle
My second attempt at “Use Somebody”- Kings of Leon Cover.
Wow! Just gotta go and fan my face now…
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haha 😉
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I might need to take train ride soon! 🙂 The song sounded so good!
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Do it! 😉 Thanks.
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Tosha Michelle… This is just brilliant and beautiful romantic poetry… Captured my heart and soul… Thank you so very much for sharing this with us.
Hope your evening is as beautiful as your writing…
Michael
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Thank you very much. xx
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Wonderful. Reminds me of an Alan Jackson song: “I’m In Love With You Baby, And I Don’t Even Know Your Name”. 🙂 Love.
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Ugh! haha 😉
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I thought you’d like that.
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😉
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You so often put into words, those experiences, those connections …..thank you!
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Matt, thank you. x
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Good song and amazing poetry. Thank you Tosha.
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John, thank you xx
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You are welcome. Added song to my favorite.
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Very kind. Thank you
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When I listened after reading,
all I kept thinking was
the beauty and tragedy of living
the beauty and tragedy of living…
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the great paradox. x
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Very sensual, Tosha.. Sometimes, it’s better not to know their names 😉
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Thank you. xo
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Wonderful work 🙂
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Thank you x
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Welcome, (‐^▽^‐)
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That was beautiful, Tosha. It made me think of someone in particular. I loved it! 😉
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😉 Much love, Ms. Ellie. x
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I love what you have created here. 😄💚
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Thanks my bearded blog friend.
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😉
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The picture you painted was truly epic in my minds eye. There was a hint of dirty wrapped with an intense and beautiful word array. Thanks for letting my smile crack.
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I’m glad we got that smile to crack. 🙂 Thanks for reading. I appreciate your lovely comment. xo
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Truly romantic. Amazing poetry
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Thank you kindly.
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I recall a similar event in my life, same types of train tensions. I didn’t have the courage to talk to her, so I passed her a letter and we ended up dating for a while. Sadly, my imagination of the girl on the train was better than the dates. 😦
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Rob. isn’t that just the way it goes? Our fantasies don’t always superseded our expectations, but they are more likely to than not. In other news, I just wrote my first song. Thanks for the inspiration.
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Congratulations, Tosha! Are you going to post it?
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Thank you. Probably within the next two weeks. It still needs music. I wrote the lyrics last night.
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… and this poem is “beautiful” (as is the melody, of course), 🙂
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Thank you. Anxiously awaiting your next post. Hope your trip is going well.
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“I want the warmth of his name in my mouth…” Love that 🙂 !!!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Train rides are always full of surprises and fun but with what you made of it I wouldn’t mind the delays haha… Choo Choo going into the tunnel…. Choooooooooooooooooooey
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Ha-ha.Random thought for the Random Crow- I had this friend in college who used to say, he was like a train he always pulled out in time. I imagine he has a passel of kids by now. 😉 For some reason your comment reminded me of his words. 😉
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I am never on time.. but it is okay to take your time to get where you are going.
Makes me smile to bring back fun memories like that.
Keep up that smile
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That’s for the memories and a laugh. 🙂
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🙂 xx
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Thanks for all your likes and comments my pretty friend:)
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Lovely, reminds me of a few occasions on trains, so romantic! One time I remember sitting near someone nice, we got into a conversation so quickly, then when we got off I wished I’d asked for her number! Why didn’t I? She was so lovely! 🙂
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How annoying, I had been subscribed here including emails, but never (by my records) received a single notification, I just unsubscribed, and re-subscribed, because I couldn’t find you on my list! I need to look at my settings I think, because I just followed myself – just to see if I have an avatar, and like your page, I don’t!
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Oh goodness. WordPad candy very cantankerous. I’ve been having trouble with my notifications. It’s frustrating.
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Sorry. That should have read WordPress. Stupid autocorrect
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Yes, I think its common, quite a few times I have missed out, so maybe its them and not us. I don’t know why I don’t have an avatar, that might help to make it us more recognisable (in the followed sites area I mean) Anyhow, I scrolled through for a long while looking for you, in order to check my settings – but I didn’t see any of your posts there either, I do now, so maybe I refreshed the server. Yes, the WP side of things can be cranky!
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I’m glad you found you. I always enjoy your work.
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Thankyou, I shall be reading here more regularly – and I hope the notifications work at last! 🙂
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I still can’t fix the small avatar problem, its not a massive problem, but it irks me a little, because others on the list have them, about 80% of them seem to work, I should ask someone, but its all confusing for this country lad! I just spent and hr or so on it, so thats enough for now, off to read my 50 emails, how did it get like this?? Sorry I ramble, I’m quite mad you know 😉
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I see your avatar. It shows up for me. I wish you luck. I’m terrible with techie things, too. I’m also quite mad and like to ramble.
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Love this poem. Very impressive
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Thank you kindly
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My Heart Needs A Home
Doesn’t yours? Roaming Merrie Woods and Toxaway Falls
where kayaks glide, cattails distend into cottony seed puffs,
we discover the essence of each other. Photos snapped as wind
comes to sailing level entertain beneath Jackson’s half dome.
Gems, but mostly agates, sit underground, along river beds,
few found. Lips feel the feathery touch of willow, tangled
hair straightens at fingers command, knees bent, prone to the
correct angle to capture sunbathing elder who reads as he sits
in an Adirondack chair on the eastern continental divide, three
thousand four hundred eighty six feet, make it eighty five,
above sea level. Black bear images at first fool newcomers,
into serenity, but the live scroungers will be around in person.
This is where it all begins. Doe emerges below newly stained
deck, wobbles, shakes off mom’s sticky womb extras. Walking
the lake trail, finding the right overlook, slipping on mossy rocks,
launching tomorrow today. Misunderstandings disappear when
genuine care initiates a navigational victory on the Blue Ridge
looking south to the Smokeys, in the servants’ staircase, among
well-planted gardens, over festive lunch, a metaphor of chicken,
enjoyed with the self esteem of roast beef on gluten-free bread.
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How poignant and lovely
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and speaking of being touched here or there:
Han Xue’s Doug poem
Does everything look like it is?
Of course not, like the girl named Eva.
Unless you are blind to see her heart.
Go and hold her forever in your hug.
This is a “head in the sand” poem. A Chinese form using a person’s name vertically in order to deliver a “hidden” message. Made by Han Xue Han
And in Return by Doug:
Here she blossoms fueled by soft desire.
Aching heart yearns for a simple, happy mate.
No one stops today, but she lit a fire.
X-Ray shows her fertile ground can’t wait.
Unless you are a fool, you will touch her now.
Enjoy it when you discover where and how.
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Beautiful. Thanks for sharing xx
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that was you on the train….holy crap…why didn’t we start talking….:) thanks for liking some of my stuff…likewise…
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I tried to catch your eye. 😉 You’re welcome for the likes. Thank you for stopping by.
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lol. sure
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😉
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I love this!! The imagery is beautiful! You have amazing writing skills! 😀
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Thank you 😉
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Hot damn! This is beautifully and sexy and soooooooooo much imagery to roll around in! Love this!!! ♡ 😊 ❤
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Thanks. Profanity from you is always a good thing xx
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Better Penciling believe it! ❤
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Pencil yeah!!
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Xx
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You wove a captivating love story in this poem, and it felt old-fashioned to me. The patient pace of it, like a needle hitting the groove (a vivid line in your poem). This was a wonderful and sensual read.
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Thanks so much. I’m very happy you liked it!
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Two words: “Oooh weee!” I love your word play, as each word more loaded than the next.
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Thank you!
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Bravo my friend 🙂
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Thank you, lovely x
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Thanks xx
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You’re welcome:)
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This is lovely Tosha, so sexy. Hells yeah!!
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😃
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I believe that was perfection.
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Aww. Thank you!
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Some trains move too fast. LOL Automation, I suppose.:-@
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ha-ha😂
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This is exquisite, hot! A lovely poem that reminds me of some beautiful men that I never got to know….and warmth of whose name I would have liked to know.
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Thank you so much
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