My Adonis is not from marble made.
His divine stance is movement:
of wheeling wings
where spearing tendons claiming soles
thrust downward, pounding the hollow ground
of leaf-beds
curling over themselves.
Exhaled through cracks in the forest
as a tree might shoot from the earth,
his mystical strides are kept earthbound only
by twin anchors,
hallowed and mindful.
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very beautiful
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Ah yes. Love your choice of colors.
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A wonderful poem... You made me think of Neruda!! This is beautiful...
~ Nicolette
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Beautiful Neruda -- oh, what a compliment! Thanks dear Nicolette.
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"his mystical strides are kept earthbound only
by twin anchors,
hallowed and mindful."
Sighhh...Such a spectacular penning this is, Sweetie. Do you both know how lucky you are??? Methinks you must. Beautiful, sensual & soulful. 
Wanda
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It is one thing to be lucky; it is completely another blessing to realize it whilst we have it.
Thank you for the kind words, Wanda.
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