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The Twilight saga
Luxuriant mass of jet black-silken-fluid expanse
my fingers glide across it-fragrant-exquisite
my spirit levitates taking in the redolent breeze
carrying the enchanting musk of your being
My lips purse around your temple
one I could worship for eternity
I brush past the rim of your ear
gently with painful-measured control
breathing airy sweet nothings into the delicate shell
and the flawlessness blooms with a rush of wild ochre
Hands get locked in helpless abandon and enamoured I linger on
as lithely you rest on your toes-reaching onto my eyes-seeking warmth
tiny glow worms wriggle ahead them as I open them to drink your truth
It's but veiled glory of twilight and you still beam from the triptych
holding an earthen pot-mystical and magnetic
I shut my eyes in an attempt to burrow thru
the swirling-polychrome wormhole awaits me
And you stay waiting within the perfect time capsule
of agonizingly beauteous love for me-timeless-so real-surreal.
Published 26th Jan 2012
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26th Jan 2012 10:19pm
27th Jan 2012 00:11am
Grace
Yes indeed-it is.
Sleepless and restless.
A stone turns a bit
and it's another day.
Thank you.
Pyaara
Yes indeed-it is.
Sleepless and restless.
A stone turns a bit
and it's another day.
Thank you.
Pyaara
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27th Jan 2012 10:51am
V
I am overjoyed.
Thank you as ever for the read
and the listing.
Curtsy,
S'
I am overjoyed.
Thank you as ever for the read
and the listing.
Curtsy,
S'
27th Jan 2012 11:40am
Although lately my soul gives birth only to caustic and violent words.
Not deny that I love to read poems like this one, where, gathering a bit of material for dreaming.
And leaving for a little, nightmarish reality that surrounds us.
You have a new loyal reader now. Lol
Not deny that I love to read poems like this one, where, gathering a bit of material for dreaming.
And leaving for a little, nightmarish reality that surrounds us.
You have a new loyal reader now. Lol
27th Jan 2012 11:56am
Luca
I would imagine so.
Caustic and violent words.
But from a writer's perspective,
more so, a poets, that leaves
not much space for anything else.
It consumes you. Dark matter.
Also this is to do with one's
innate nature.
I am very pleased to have you.
Thank you for the read.
Light,
S'
I would imagine so.
Caustic and violent words.
But from a writer's perspective,
more so, a poets, that leaves
not much space for anything else.
It consumes you. Dark matter.
Also this is to do with one's
innate nature.
I am very pleased to have you.
Thank you for the read.
Light,
S'
27th Jan 2012 1:40pm
Beautifully written ... I like this type of poem ... well done ... a good read ... Bruce
27th Jan 2012 4:42pm
