I remember the scent of her lotion and the feel of hands after all this time I remember the curve of her forearm the way it lay upon mineOnce I dipped my finger across the little jarand then touched her on the shoulderbending over for a scent her neckand becoming a little bolderI remember how she looked up from dressingand her eye's began to smilewe never made it to the dance that night yet we waltzed just as well for awhileWhat is it about the touch of a womanwhat is it about her scentMaybe just maybe it will last forever though forever has come and went
You could put this poem to music on your dobro or slide guitar! And turn these poetic words into lyrics!( Record on cassette player. ) This verse would be a great chorus:" What is it about the touch of a woman? What is it about her scent? Maybe, just maybe, it will last forever ... Though forever has come and went." and I love the title: "Hand Lotion"
Thanks Kathryn , I been inna mood , these long nights !
Very nice poem, Ed. Reminiscing? It is very lovely and portrays tender memories.
Hi Phyllis , yes old memories , hey where would we be without those ?
Yep, old memories can sometimes keep us company. Reminds me of a poem I wrote last year sometime - Shadowy Dreams Keep Me Company ....
I'll check that out !.......:-]
Love your poem and the title. You could make it for advertisement.It was the scent of her Jergens Lotionreminding me of roses in the summerthe softness of her skin making her touch so tender
Hello my friend , ahh , gotcha !
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