Could you embrace
the smile on my face,
breath’s rhythm, erasing legs,
entwined;
sweet space
moving closer in kosher delight,
down river of grace?
Row my inspiration,
romance your rapids,
as swilling, sweetly saturated season,
enhancing spreading lace to fragrant fever;
petting place through limbs of leisure moving ocean
in bare-root sowing of glowing laughter,
slower rafter hiding star, then growing bright.
For I am just
a wind-song presence,
quelled in band of wetter sand,
ambiguous blessing,
to blossom at night,
when kite hides in tree,
as captured debris,
fabric blown so far from human,
beyond what you see
in this place of deception.
So, listen to sigh, fluttering by,
colored to fly in the arms of an angel,
lungs growing whisper,
as summer finds change in our thoughts,
re-arranged,
like leaves growing crisper,
missed fur
to stir our primal waves of romancing thunder;
wisp of fur
to grow in winter, an inner touch,
so much to glance,
through feathered stroke in daring dance,
advancing skin to borrow summer, slipping fashion,
these notes of melting ice,
as twice the passion.
Author notes
option 1...the dance
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A contest entry
- Imagery is where it's at... by Sincerely.
525 points, ended September 7, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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"For I am just
a wind-song presence,
quelled in band of wetter sand,
ambiguous blessing"
Such impervious grace resounds throughout your every breath, dear Scribe of the Mountains. Remarkable, you are.
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I love it when you write sensual poems
beautiful...
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whoa, whoa, whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa......such deeply sensually writing!!! bravo!
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