Such shimmered arms
lifting lost limbs
baring breath from inner sea shine,
tossing endless pillow,
willowing waves of morning eyes
expressing distance,
caressing lips to liquid motion,
aching closeness in sandy devotion;
her subtle lapping, hips in curl,
swirling life through blue expression,
moving mind in more than fingers.
She could never fall in splashless crystal,
like forgotten child
away from secret ball,
my endless tear to pearl in drop
suspended from her dream-like chain,
escaping eyes
where light is magic,
for she is love
to lift in sequins,
star,
as sensual wind-stroked creature.
In my doubt of where I stand,
I hope to find such pastel wing chimes
raising ears to wilder callings,
this fabled place
when hearts embrace
angels meeting, face to face.
A contest entry
- 24 hour contest... by poet2angels.
475 points, ended November 23, 2007, 19 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is so beautiful! Such a lovely meeting of wings in embrace...
Gorgeous write!
Lynda
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"I hope to find such pastel wing chimes
raising ears to wilder callings,
this fabled place
when hearts embrace
angels meeting, face to face."
Ahhh, you will, my Friend. I have no doubt of that, dear Scribe. Good luck in Lynda's contest, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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