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Thirst and Miracles
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Far from the crowd we become thirsty
she's heard I am a poet and desires a poem
We begin to kiss with joyful need
dedicated to her about the blue bells of her youth
The moon's light ushers us along the road
they say she's a whore, and I am obsessed with
to claim miracles in the small jasmine-scented abode
disappearing into her flesh like rainwater
soothed by the ruby curtains stirring hymns to life
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Far from the crowd we become thirsty
she's heard I am a poet and desires a poem
We begin to kiss with joyful need
dedicated to her about the blue bells of her youth
The moon's light ushers us along the road
they say she's a whore, and I am obsessed with
to claim miracles in the small jasmine-scented abode
disappearing into her flesh like rainwater
soothed by the ruby curtains stirring hymns to life
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Published 23rd Aug 2015
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23rd Aug 2015 3:41pm
23rd Aug 2015 4:07pm
23rd Aug 2015 4:08pm
A wonderful merge of the wants of both characters. Thank you for this write, a pleasure to read - both separately and together.
23rd Aug 2015 9:01pm
nice approach in this, w/the two interwoven concepts. those fragrant, elusive blue bells...
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26th Aug 2015 11:16pm
Either ..I am overly feeling lately Or just
some kind of wreck, but cannot seem to
catch airs every time I try to read your
deeply un'paced words in this one.
They are heavily impacting, in fact am
searching for a way to explain it; which
I may not ever. Truly adorning the
cycling of sensibilities. Forgive me love
Damn.. . swooning
28th Aug 2015 5:46pm
Oh Whelms...your poet heart is beautiful...thank you so much for such a breathless comment.
