this melding of shores awash
within clasped sands of hourglass falling
gently into rhythm of pulsating beats
serenading sleep's compulsion in dreaming
tomorrow's yesterday beckoning this embrace
holding forever immovable of tasting
flesh of peach's soft sweetness dribbling
over lips seeking the fire melting
caramel sensations upon the palette where
yearning is consumed in waves of elegance
when time moves forward to feel your breath
Author notes
option 1... pic credit:By kastavnn on Flickr
A contest entry
- Pif by luna-midnight.
550 points, ended April 19, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow...
the final line is KILLER...
when time moves forward to feel your breath
THAT is poetry...and beautiful poetry at that!
congrats on the HM but I'm stunned this isn't wearing gold...
excellent penning!
love, Tammy
xoxoxo

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awww wonderful poem
it read quickly
and was sooo beautiful
great take on the pic and good luck
take care
stephanie =)


