With garments like the tissue of the skin in twilight with a touch of fins listening to whispers of the pine as your locks are blown by the wind of poetry written by the vagabond in liquid measures of sherry wine a storm rages inside her dark eyes her lips the palest shade of regret waiting for the faceless night to come and take her soul she's already given to the sins on the night of hollowed-out memories where life begins with garments like the tissue of the skin
Like nature's tuning fork listening to the sounds. Almost silent as in a box translating the beauty of autumn. Whispering to you a prayer with an echo. Playing strings of a lute. Touched by the ambrosia of a free-flowing spring over rapids of my mind.
The time of change and death ending the cycle of life as leaves fall. Painting the foliage in warm colors frigid winds carry the soul. Slowly dissolving prison. Crumbling to the ground in a red carpet, my mind's final thoughts, the smell of fallen leaves, cold ...
The shadows of autumn Of dreams, we all know Pirouette in fields of flowers With petals at your feet Scarlet sparks of foliage Touched by the winds Of sunset in your hair The serenade of passing moments Waiting for the first snow
You were chocolate Dark...dangerous...wild I was vanilla Pure...boring...tame Bitter verses smooth You complicated my simplicity When your "Rocky Road" collided with my "Cherry Vanilla", I had to admit we blended together perfectly. It created an explosive flavor on my tongue.
the genesis of lust and moonlight. ~ w/AspergerPoet56
a vivid dream or could it be the starved reality of a parallel universe correcting time and space... where naked isn't sinful it is Genesis itself. Eden is burnt to ash. before all creation theirs is passion that first was transgression never existed definitions and meanings are rewritten in sweat, cum and unholy need a combustible ache of understanding accessing true love's molten epicenter like Romeo and Juliet or Anthony and Cleopatra infused mythos and star crossed forged by...