He Likes Her

His lips are gin

he likes her

her hips are pages

her shoulders smile

his fingers ink

her feet are light

his arms are wings

her heart is sky

her face is still

his eyes the moon

she is tide

time is clay

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

61 thoughts on “He Likes Her

    1. i so deliberated over that line……like chewing gum, or tyres… or floppy….i couldn’t decide whether she would get there swiftly leaving tracks or be stuck to the ground unmoving……. maybe un finished poem! 😉


      1. Excellent improvements. The couple is so light, moving together like water, and the only thing that stops them is the clay of time, like mud. Or perhaps time is their clay, to mold how they will. Anyway, well done!


  1. I really enjoyed this. I love how we breeze through the lines, as if dancing in the beginning, and then her face is still. I thought that was the moment of the kiss, and then we have the tide and clay. A sort of slower movement as if they’re growing older and melting back into the earth from the breezy air.


      1. Hmmm, I use initials because I hate my first name, always have, people always sing a wretched bad Beach Boys song to me when they discover it, so silver, how good are you at bad 60’s pop music trivia…And also, men are alway priced as writers over women initially, so the ambiguity opens the door, once they’re hooked, they don’t care if your’re male or female anymore…lol


      2. ~R or with your talents, please designate a new name in it’s stead…yes, I think I like that idea, a naming from the silver one haha. I’ll wear it as a badge of honour if I think it suits me


      3. that is a big responsibility!

        ….your poetry is beautiful and perspicacious, but you are not completely gentle, although i do detect a softness toward others and life…..
        i think you are loving but to intelligent to be a complete optimist…i wonder what i could call you…. let us see……i will get back to you


      4. I’ll take Billie, I hate formalities…Thanks love <3…you took much time re-naming me, and your analysis of who I am, spot on, if I may say so myself. You are truly a deep thinking pondering poet. I'm thrilled to have touched souls with you.


      5. ah, small adjustment, I took billie’s nickname instead…see recent post, but you may call me either 🙂


      1. I was searching all over your blog to find the answer to this question, too. Because I had an immediate suspicion that it must be true. Wow, such amazing verbal and visual talent. I am awestruck.


      1. I love Genesis of life, happens really everyday we wake up, every season for the plants, trees and animals. Every year for new resolutions, every decade for the world advancements and every millennium for a new generation to tuck away the antique and spring ahead able bodied of fresh ideas and out look for the next 100 years.


  2. great terse words, sensing, intimacy, timelessness, love – great painting…bright, orange-red-white tones, unified, two in to one, wholeness, rebirth, nice nice nice.


  3. Hello Silver Poet,
    ‘Time is clay’. Stuck are we.
    I have nominated your wonderful blog for a ‘Versatile Blogger Award’ (http://versatilebloggeraward.wordpress.com/).
    I felt humbled in gaining recognition from a fellow blogger, whom I respect, and as a result, have connected with a load more wonderful folk; sharing through words and images this incredible collective experience we are all having.
    The ‘turtle’ started small and is maturing slowly, it is nice to hear of people reading and enjoying my reflections on the ride.
    See the original turtle post here:
    Good luck with all……
    Peace and Light,


      1. I desperately wanted to make an anagram out of “new gems emerge” cos I like crosswords, but I decided to leave it as it was, unspoilt.


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