River and lights,
woodsmoke and lilac.
A stuttering ripple
borne of my fingers
and the courting
fireflies are the only
movements abroad tonight.
Until your lips find me
resting, abreast
of the stern;
then a wrapping
and curling and
splicing and melding
ensue amid the
river and lights,
woodsmoke and lilac,
and stuttering ripples
are borne of our boat.
Author notes
Repeated "and"s are intentional so don't go calling me a grammar doofus or anything.
likey no likey?
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Don't think you should revise it. It's ace as it is.
This is beautifully atmospheric. Fabulous. I wanted to go on and on reading more of your words in this beautiful poem. I'd like to say something critical, but am unable to. It just is the most loveliest of poems. You need to get it in a book.........quick. Well done. xxx
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Wowsa...
...thank you
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"then a wrapping
and curling and
splicing and melding" what a lovely few lines.. and melding just makes my heart warm used here..
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Thanks hun, I was aiming for heartwarming!
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