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Sand Scripture
I watch as the words we wrote
so beautifully infused
with passion & hunger
with us
spread across the sands of time
slowly erode
I want to capture them
gather them up
salvage their truth
but the waters have betrayed me
washing them away
and it hurts
sitting on this island
in the middle of monsoon
without you
but as rhapsodic
winds would twist in
the bosom of a whimsical fate
waters receded only to
prophesize a tsunami of loving sentiments
washed ashore in
rolls of familiar sea scrolls
of you and I
a time capsule
bottled up and well preserved
liquored in healing elixirs of forgiveness
drenched in remnants of sticky sex
grateful how time
has found a way to come full circle
as a portrait of longing souls
beached along the poetic sands
of our isle exotica
so beautifully infused
with passion & hunger
with us
spread across the sands of time
slowly erode
I want to capture them
gather them up
salvage their truth
but the waters have betrayed me
washing them away
and it hurts
sitting on this island
in the middle of monsoon
without you
but as rhapsodic
winds would twist in
the bosom of a whimsical fate
waters receded only to
prophesize a tsunami of loving sentiments
washed ashore in
rolls of familiar sea scrolls
of you and I
a time capsule
bottled up and well preserved
liquored in healing elixirs of forgiveness
drenched in remnants of sticky sex
grateful how time
has found a way to come full circle
as a portrait of longing souls
beached along the poetic sands
of our isle exotica
Published 17th Jan 2024
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17th Jan 2024 10:36am
17th Jan 2024 3:17pm
18th Jan 2024 10:48pm
OK. Let me get my quirks out the way first. I have OCD -- like, really really -- so weird fonts and pictures on poetry ick out a weird part of my brain, and I generally avoid anything.
But these words were worth the font ick.
This was fucking gorgeous. I felt, in my bones, the loss. You made it perfectly poignant. Then the second half, the memories culminating into something torrid, worthwhile and lasting, was fucking manna.
Beautiful write.
But these words were worth the font ick.
This was fucking gorgeous. I felt, in my bones, the loss. You made it perfectly poignant. Then the second half, the memories culminating into something torrid, worthwhile and lasting, was fucking manna.
Beautiful write.
18th Jan 2024 11:02pm
So very happy you gave it a read & left such an amazing comment! Thank you so much!
19th Jan 2024 5:12am
Woww this is such a creative romantic poem, seems to be a reunion. Expressed wonderful! Kudos!!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too.
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too.
19th Jan 2024 5:57am
