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The Falling Runes of Fantasy
I stop, centralized in a stance of bold-cold
supplanting the shadow over your shoulder, breathing-perceiving
scapes & shapes in the shallow
breath which escapes your being.
Blindfold as inducement of seeing.
Reaching for a session of secession.
Fingers as flower petals, unfurling in aires of airs.
Wrist to wrist, veins strained with a rush of blush.
Your supple-skin a crushed-flush, underlying hues a revolution of perfusion.
You a visage, circulating veins in dominion & domains.
I follow frequencies
Circulating your veins
Speaking in cosmic tunes
Peekng in falling runes
supplanting the shadow over your shoulder, breathing-perceiving
scapes & shapes in the shallow
breath which escapes your being.
Blindfold as inducement of seeing.
Reaching for a session of secession.
Fingers as flower petals, unfurling in aires of airs.
Wrist to wrist, veins strained with a rush of blush.
Your supple-skin a crushed-flush, underlying hues a revolution of perfusion.
You a visage, circulating veins in dominion & domains.
I follow frequencies
Circulating your veins
Speaking in cosmic tunes
Peekng in falling runes
Published 22nd Oct 2023
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22nd Oct 2023 8:25am
The wordplay in this fine poem is simply astonishing. You've managed to avoid all the clichès of erotic writing, coming up with a great piece of almost spiritual intensity. Well done and thanks for sharing!
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