fantasmic whirls
of pleasure saturate the air
the spectrum plays
a rhythm across my fingers
merging the subtle muse of moonlight
to a dancing soul
time stills two heartbeats
a wrist flutters-
smile wavers;
a kiss
becomes lost
in translation...
A contest entry
- 10/40/30 quickie/pif! ***POINTS TO BE RAISED*** by Rizzie.
420 points, ended August 30, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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very pretty! good write for the contest
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