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oasis.

soft blades of grass
beneath bare feet,
golden perfect sun
on strands of dark hair
blowing in the wind
that brings no cool relief,
just a mere stirring of hot air.

eyes gently close,
lungs breathe deep,
slowly exhale
as ears hear the polished,
mellow, quiet voice
call me by my name,
heart rate quickening.

hands touch,
nerves electrified,
breathing synchronized
and thoughts racing,
we lay beneath this
perfect summer canopy,
just gazing into the clouds,
content with each other's presence,
nothing more,
nothing less.

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  • Hungry Joe
    April 8

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    Reminds me of alternative musci album covers. I'd say this is probably more Motorhead, 5 Star laundry than the Vines. It's strange how nice peices like this seem so boring, probably because there's an semi-idealised quality that most poets go for at some point. Because by itself it's quite nice, the subject just makes it hard to first get into.

  • Amazing job.

    Sounds lovely. I love this and how it flows. I really love the beginning and how I could picture it. Great job. Thanks for sharing, and thanks for entering.

    Love,
    Evemauy


  • Darkmoon
    April 4
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    Very nicely written! thanks for your entry.


  • Aajdj
    April 3
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    nice


  • poet360
    April 1
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    nice write!
    =)


  • Silvos. silver member
    March 31

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    I can definitely see how this is a means of escape for you. Just reading this, seems to makes me less tense and a little more relaxed. Thanks for sharing.

    Keep writing,
    Silvos.

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