one woman, an illusion of two
her eyes in the mirror search mine
my fingertips caress hers
I breathe her into me,
mingling spirit, blood and spit
her internal rhythms inspiring my external dance
I love her as I love myself
dark silk ribbons upon alabaster
fingers brush back the curls
and push into pink satin
she feels like me
Author notes
Luna Tique Fringe
Author: Ellipsist
Poem:the feeling is mutual
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Fantastic, I absolutely love, " mingling spirit, blood and spit", the image of the whole piece is so vivid, and quite creepy in parts. If I was you i'd be in love with myself too, hehe, really great write m,lady,
gets better with each read,
very well done,
Alex.
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Wow..I read this as very very sensual, sexy but soulful as well..."dark silk ribbons upon alabaster
fingers brush back the curls
and push into pink satin
she feels like me" Very descript, insightful....this is one of the best I have read today...best of luck!
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Wonderful entry for this contest, Luna!
While Ellipsist's excellent 'sponsor' poem was full-blooded and lusty, there is a really languid, sensual feel about this one, - "my fingertips caress hers" ; "I breathe her into me", and ending with deliciously understated and subtle erotic undertones. The final line, echoing the title, summing up a simmering write.
PJ
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I see the usual collection of villeins have arrived at the stead, the good the worthy and the sometimes mislead. You stand tall within your tower and ponder the wonder of the way we see ourselves and still see a stranger for so often we are on a journey. This journey where we keep discovering the more we see inside the more we find lies about us and wonder that we are, we are only as large as we can share with others. All the rest is a potenial fantasy. Man, woman, child ~ all the smiles ~ we are the bold ones, the strong ones the forever ones and we wouldn't last but a gnat's smile if we didn't have someone
to share it with.
Love, Tom B.
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One of the best poems I've read lately--quite a lot to think about in this one--great metaphor by the way. Good luck in the contest!
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BTW
one woman, an illusion of two
her eyes in the mirror search mine
my fingertips caress hers
'visual narcissism, aka via a mirror' always is incorrect to the one observing themselves. Why? because the mirror reverses the features of our face 180 degrees. In a mirror we see ourselves 180 degrees 'out' from what everyone else sees us. There are ways of correcting this error and when it is corrected people are often very amazed at how they 'really' appear to others. In many ways it is not too dissimilar to when one first hears a recording of one's own voice. That is usually shocking to many for we hear ourselves speak through bone conduction primarily, which distorts the true sound of our voice.
good night
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Luna
It is always interesting, the way others see themselves, and the hidden reasons why, and more interestingly the reasons why not. I think of this from this write because I go to meet the friend of my good friend here, well one of my best friends here. Her friend and I have not met, but have talked several times and one steps back and thinks; "Whom does she think she truly is, and who I truly am?'And my thoughts speak the same questions of she and myself.' are we both illusions to only ourselves, or to each other as well? For of ones we have not met, only illusions and assumptions color our thoughts? Either way, I suspect I shall know by 2 or 3Pm that day.
good to see you writing again, I feel some relief in your heart, which is as it should be.
Len
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This is just freakin' awesome. She's good... as are you.
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ooooh... seensual in a way that
I have never read in one of your pieces before.... hehehehehehe... you clever, bewitching, seductive little thing, you!
HOW COULD I NOT
LOVE THIS?! 
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Interesting write. It makes me think of when two people love each other, it's like they are two of a kind. This piece was a little dark, but the imagery in this piece is fantastic. Best of luck in the contest.
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