The rain
and snow still whisper...
As cold wax
the moon waits
to drip slowly
out of the curls of my hair,
to lean out
under my short cut nails,
to dress my bare body
exposed to night’s eyes
lambent to my skin.
The sea of loneliness
arises around me.
I melt
and leak
down your senses.
I am nothing
but springtime’s
wild water
eagerly awaiting to flow
along your wide, staunch shores
once again.
I am nothing
but the word of desire,
waiting to explode,
to linger and to live
between your fingers
as the scattered scent
of flowers in bloom.
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Outstanding
This is very beautiful Sonja. You capture the essence of love with sensitive imagery that is delightful to read. This is inspired. A well-crafted and creative poem. Breathtaking.
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"I am nothing
but springtime’s
wild water
eagerly awaiting to flow
along your wide, staunch shores
once again. "
What an image this deluge from melted snow!
Now this is love poetry at its best, wonderfully penned poetess!
Let the ink flow!
love and blessings
Sandi
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Beautiful language and imagery in this piece. So wonderfully written.
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"As cold wax
the moon waits
to drip slowly
out of the curls of my hair,"
this poem is so beautiful, i love the lines above
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Sigh~~Now this is love...so beautifully captured in your words!
This is just lovely Sonja!!!
Bookmarking this one!
Linda
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yes..you are the beauty of love and its association is spread over the each particle of this great nature just to reveal the presence of your desires..for the love..a universal touch is here..great poetry indeed..
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OH MY! SUCH TENDER BEAUTY!!!
Your words, the wonders of nature and the passion of desire are perfect together!
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Yes
My snow is quite deep but spring is not far off.
It is however, long overdue for many of us here.
Always excellent Sonja.
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