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Rain.Then...Snow.


Your face carved upon my heart,
your tears trickling down my breasts,
fingertips racing paths under your cheekbones
and then plunging in a summer of blond hair.

Walking in the green road of your stare
where Atlantis emerges and panthers roam.
Sleeping under the rain of secret smiles
with lullaby the tide of your breath.

A voice...Your voice...The voice...
Like water echoing on shadowed rocks
and darkness flowing down a river.
Steady,whispering,deep.
It's calling...

Where there was rain pouring down my passion
now snow is falling that craddles a bond.
Where lips were married and hands explored
now my heart is beating,your heart is beating.
A tune,a song.

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  • Lovely Amaranth
    April 6, 2008
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    I liked it.
    Really good flow throughout the entire poem.


  • Pretty Britty
    March 25, 2008
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    What a neat little poem you have penned here... so sweet!