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Crescent Blu Moon
are you naught but a shadow on a misty spring morning
vanishing and reappearing with the blowing wind?
when I open my eyes a breeze fools my senses
making me wonder were you a memory or dream
but for the scent of passion that soaked into my thoughts
and scratches concealed may be imagined or real
the candle I relight discloses where you hide
the flame vanquished each time you pass over me
making warm flesh tingle when darkness hides two lovers
evening storms with thunder as seeds shower new life
under crescent blu moons with pink sky delights
a sensual vapor caresses as it crosses my skin
condensation flows a river deep within
till dawns eruptions steal riches from the pour
quenching their thirst as a journey begins
while sprouting wings arch into the violate air
vanishing and reappearing with the blowing wind?
when I open my eyes a breeze fools my senses
making me wonder were you a memory or dream
but for the scent of passion that soaked into my thoughts
and scratches concealed may be imagined or real
the candle I relight discloses where you hide
the flame vanquished each time you pass over me
making warm flesh tingle when darkness hides two lovers
evening storms with thunder as seeds shower new life
under crescent blu moons with pink sky delights
a sensual vapor caresses as it crosses my skin
condensation flows a river deep within
till dawns eruptions steal riches from the pour
quenching their thirst as a journey begins
while sprouting wings arch into the violate air
Published 10th Oct 2011
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10th Oct 2011 6:07am
I may be mistaken, but if you have read this poem already, let me know. I was so certain I had already posted this that I never bothered thinking about posting it (again?). I happened to be looking at an alphabetical list of the poems I posted and there was nothing in the C's. I thought that was odd, as I know I have a few, so I checked and sure enough, none of the poems starting with C were here. I wonder if there was some glitch or something. Has anone else ever "lost" poems from their library?
Oh well, it's here now, so if you have read it before, I apologize for having to repost it. JJ
Oh well, it's here now, so if you have read it before, I apologize for having to repost it. JJ
10th Oct 2011 9:46am
This poem reminds me of a waking dream, so vivid that one could almost touch it...a memory revisited perhaps...or an otherworldly travel that only dreams can make possible.
10th Oct 2011 9:37pm
Thank you Grace, Interestingly enough, you pegged it first try. It was a waking dream, though i failed miserably at what I set out to do. I was trying to write an erotic poem to follow up on another poem I had written for the same woman just a few days earlier called "of Feathers and Fantasy", which I think is the first poem I posted here. I think that may be why I thought I had already posted this one, as they are a matching pair, or at least that's what I was aiming for. But somehow this one came out much different. jj
10th Oct 2011 9:39pm
Oh by the way, how do you pronounce ldryad? Is that your real name or a metaphor for something?
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10th Oct 2011 1:19pm
'the scent of passion that soaked into my thoughts
and scratches concealed may be imagined or real
the candle I relight discloses where you hide
the flame vanquished each time you pass over me' Lovely imagery. Long and expressive yet a short piece. Nicely done.
and scratches concealed may be imagined or real
the candle I relight discloses where you hide
the flame vanquished each time you pass over me' Lovely imagery. Long and expressive yet a short piece. Nicely done.
10th Oct 2011 9:43pm
Thanks LA, As I am so often very long winded, it surprises me when I am able to say so much in a brief poem. Even more surprising is that it didn't come out at all like I was expecting it to. jj
10th Oct 2011 4:55pm
This poem is so very beautiful..I would have to quote the whole poem..love it..peace Brenda
10th Oct 2011 9:50pm
Thank you so much Crim, I always love your comments and I am glad you like it so much. The one I wrote it for liked it too, but it was nearly as brief a relationship as the poem. Two months later she was on a cruise ship with another guy. How nice it must be to have money. Really, which would you rather have, a guy like me who writes beautiful poems to you, or one who is filthy stinking rich and takes you on cruises to romantic places around the world? I mean come on now, LOL. Well, I kinda see her point of view and I'm glad to be rid of someone so shallow. HA!
11th Oct 2011 00:18am
I would rather have a man that cherished me than a man with a lot of money.. JJ you have a good heart..you are better off..again lovely poem..peace Crim :)
