Etchings of kiss are drawn,
with light fingertips of morning,
lush suns and moons did cast shadows,
against the grenadines
of life's linen,
and the folds were
mere evening leafs.
I am dream,
rising from rosy blush
inside a cup of life's scent
spilled fragrance
of passion's eve
raising pedestals of reality
where our ardor, takes root
and grinds against the flush
of river reeds,
dancing in sway
of lunar beam.
The visions of purity
are but souls of poetic desires,
whence lust stained,
this heart of eternity
and I kissed,
her dewed heather lips.
A contest entry
- 24 hour quickiness 24poets/24 L/24 hours by poet2angels.
475 points, ended November 3, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Beautifully written with lovbely language and perfect alliteration...
Great piece you have penned here!
Lynda
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- ultra prodigious - xD
~terrrific imagery~...I loved it!
This part is so cute - "mesmerizing":
I am dream,
rising from rosy blush
inside a cup of life's scent
spilled fragrance
of passion's eve
And yeah starting is too very catchy...*very well done*--->BRAVO!!
~good luck for the contest!
seeya
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