i kiss the road with my bare feet
the ground’s womb heat my sole to keep
i am the lover, it the bed sheet
i imprint upon reality’s sleep
i make love in gentle dust
with intuition, shuffle and brush
a happenstance witness, stray wind’s gust
it scarpers in a flustered rush
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
unbolt me 
Absolutely beautiful! Love the content and the poem structure with such word choices and rhymes. However, I think there is a typo here:
“i am the lover, it the bed sheet”
Shouldn’t it be “in the bed sheet”?
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Thanks so much, Marta! As for the typo, I can totally see why that could read as one, but it definitely is meant to be ‘it’. In this line, ‘it’ is referring to the ground. I hope this clarifies things somewhat! 🙂
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Yes, you are right. It was my misreading. I read the poem several times and I really like it!
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Aw, thank you, Marta! And no harm done. Often the meaning we think we’re conveying may not come across to the reader as intended! 😀
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It is fine. I just read it all over again. A really beautiful piece.
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Really like this. Merits a few readings to discover more.
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Thanks so much!
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Thank you!
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