Air, viscous with the heated
tears of forgotten Angles
blankets her shoulders
as her body arches
through the viel of
clear, molten crystals
And as her bones whisper
through the untangible pressure
the air sighs as if to say
"To be taken here is bliss"
And with that sigh, her
eyes agree as the water
rolls caresses down her
tarnished skin, sliding
over her like a ballroom glove
'nd though her body
remains unsheathed without
the vanity of clothes
She dives through the
glistening pool with
the confidence of a
dawny swan searing
through ripples in a
quiet afternoon rain
And the rain murmers
"To be taken here is bliss
and in any fallen water
is to taste the fuit of
ignorance and merge into
the simplist dove's tear"
Within the fallen water
resides the comfort of
the fallen tear to find
a place of ignorance
"To be taken here is bliss"
Author notes
A raw dose straight from my drafting book.
I'm tired of the conformists polishing.
This is a place to grow...not to submit.
take me in the rain
KimberLea Cynn
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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now that was a trip, and one worth taking several times, this is definately more you, cryptic and beautiful simultaneously, and unimaginably insightful, if only through your own thoughts
to be taken here is bliss, this rings with me, and upon hearing it i wish i could have fallen off the world
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Thank you...This one does feel like more of my soul, rather than just purple writing. I really appreciate the applause!
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