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Spring
Life, is full of surprises to accost the unsuspecting and he lingered within the depths of me as he coalesced between here, and there.
Both past, and present.
I never thought absence could trigger a shift below the surface but like the tides, our tectonic plates shifted.
The spring of passion is simmering to burst forth, and with the dawning of the Equinox, nature flourishes just as we do from season to season.
Whilst the moon waxes and wanes, your lips still reach for mine as Winter's cusp unveils, and I hope to nestle you in the warmth of my Spring as we edge towards the Summer heat, like balm for your unseen wounds.
Waiting patiently, kneeling at the footend of your bed, missing your embrace as I finger the letters of your name, upon my lips.
As if that'd bring you closer to me.
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Published 30th Sep 2017
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1st Oct 2017 5:26am
the shifting of the earth and zodiacal seasons to show the ever changing tides of the longing heart...these verses are loving and touching...thanks for your bit of soul to see-J
1st Oct 2017 6:58pm
His absence, sad as that may be, has inspired some first rate poetry. The "spring of passion" compels whatever season. Love your wording and as always those lengthy lines........
2nd Jan 2018 1:16pm
I love this
"I hope to nestle you in the warmth of my Spring as we edge towards the Summer heat, like balm for your unseen wounds"
You truly capture what it means for a picture to be worth a thousand words
"I hope to nestle you in the warmth of my Spring as we edge towards the Summer heat, like balm for your unseen wounds"
You truly capture what it means for a picture to be worth a thousand words
