All that matters
is the one beside me,
for he owns the moment:
a fragment of life.
He fills the air
a fragrent breeze,
egnighting passions within:
summoning color rouge.
Like ground for a mother tree
he opens my eyes,
and gives me life anew:
growth into a sensual being.
A contest entry
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550 points, ended December 8, 2008, 35 entries
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Comments
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This is really good. I like it. short and simple yet filled with feeling.
The last line of the second stanza though doesn't seem to fit to me; the rest of it flows so easy, that doesn't seem to, maybe it just needs a little word rearrangement.
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