LOVE NOTES ON MY SKIN

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I love the way
that You love me
You always make it
thrilling 

I crave the passion
in Your kisses

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AM I HIDING IN YOUR ARMS?

By Charles Robert Lindholm
 

Am I hiding in Your arms

or am I just being protected

while I’m “recharged”

with Your love

I HEAR THE SECRETS YOU WHISPER

By Charles Robert Lindholm

If our hands touched
I could hear the secrets
your skin whispers to mine,

TRACE ME, PAINT ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Trace me with your fingers
From my head down to my toes
From the mountains to the valley
Let your fingertips disclose
My limbs and all my branches
And the curving of my nose
Let me feel your gentle strokes
Marking out my pose

PAPER PAGES

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Prefer A Sheet
Of White
When I Take
My Pen
And Start
To Write 

THE PERFECT ANTIDOTE

By Midwest Fantasy And Charles Robert Lindholm

He Flows
Through My Veins
Like A Poison
From The Love Bite
He Administered To My Heart

THE FOREVER OF INK

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I have not placed
ink on my skin
for everyone to see
the forever of ink
is on my heart
and on my soul
and only for me to see 

TATOO’D MEMORIES

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

You won’t find tattoos

you can see on my skin

I keep them hidden

deep within my heart

and inked on my soul

A BLINDSIDE KISS

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

“A blindside kiss
from out of the blue
a blindside kiss
a gift from you”

I never expected
to be crossing this line
I never expected
her lips on mine 

I never dreamed of
tongues, tangled and twisted
and I’m glad she didn’t ask
for I might have resisted

LOVE NOTES ON MY SKIN

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I love the way
that You love me
You always make it
thrilling 

I crave the passion
in Your kisses

AM I HIDING IN YOUR ARMS?

By Charles Robert Lindholm
 

Am I hiding in Your arms

or am I just being protected

while I’m “recharged”

with Your love

I HEAR THE SECRETS YOU WHISPER ——————————————————————— RESPONSE POEM TO “Of Love And Dust #2 By Gina – Singledust

As a “Hopeless Romantic”  I wrote the script for the responder
to the question asked in “Of Love And Dust #2“

By Charles Robert Lindholm

If our hands touched
I could hear the secrets
your skin whispers to mine,

TRACE ME, PAINT ME

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Trace me with your fingers
From my head down to my toes
From the mountains to the valley
Let your fingertips disclose
My limbs and all my branches
And the curving of my nose
Let me feel your gentle strokes
Marking out my pose

Skin

eyes
Popping
Frenzied bubbles
Flowing down the heart
Melted by warm edges
Of a blemish-less skin

Touch

Life’s events on my head

As beads short and long

Some felt, some unread

Lessons, hard and strong

From brain to finger

Anatomy’s little quantities

Hang on life’s end and linger

Back bone of sharp qualities