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In the glow of the night in the moonlight
In the glow of the night in the moonlight
We walk entwined on a forest path tight
The sounds that we hear you scare and
You squeeze me more, with your hand
I want to enjoy also this magic moment
The air freshness contrasts with day heat
And suddenly our clothes seem too light
You search my heat, I smell your scent
Memorable moments when world is ours
Where nothing can disturb our happiness
Arriving at beach, we discover vastness
Of this world we want to dive under stars
To savor this moment where immensity
Invades us and approves our strong love
Beautiful, and where our intense intimacy
Allows us to keep the control of our love
We come out stronger together and forever
We walk entwined on a forest path tight
The sounds that we hear you scare and
You squeeze me more, with your hand
I want to enjoy also this magic moment
The air freshness contrasts with day heat
And suddenly our clothes seem too light
You search my heat, I smell your scent
Memorable moments when world is ours
Where nothing can disturb our happiness
Arriving at beach, we discover vastness
Of this world we want to dive under stars
To savor this moment where immensity
Invades us and approves our strong love
Beautiful, and where our intense intimacy
Allows us to keep the control of our love
We come out stronger together and forever
Published 23rd Aug 2013
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23rd Aug 2013 6:29pm
23rd Aug 2013 6:36pm
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24th Aug 2013 6:52am
Picturing swimming naked under the stars, then lying back on the beach watching them in their slow revolution. Lovely.
This is beautifully written - I am glad to see you are not striving for a rhyme at the cost of the feeling of the poem.
This is beautifully written - I am glad to see you are not striving for a rhyme at the cost of the feeling of the poem.
Thank you again for your nice comment. Reading some poems here, and specifically yours, I have understood that my poetry is often like I speak in public meetings : a square model (respect of rhyme, lenght of the verses...) and forgetting to inhale during the speech. I begin to try to find ruptures in the rythm and time to inhale... And to be freed, sometimes, of the rhyme. But I like poems with rhyme too, it is a nice exercise. The worst is to write in alexandrine, very very hard! But a beautiful result when you succeed!
