A breath,
a notion,
a look,
a motion.
Parsecs separate our clay,
yet I quaff your fragrance,
succulent, redolent, dripping
with ardor that eludes mere description,
insisting on being imbibed, gulped and lived.
Striding the night, enveloped in moonbeam curtains,
I stare at the silver light, radiating empyreal spirit
toward the heart that undulates so far away,
and so near to being;
dreaming you
shiver the quiver
I dare concede.
Inhale the argent coruscation,
riding electric spinal shimmer,
dissolving mere distance
into sighs of longing
and sanguinity.
A contest entry
- Word Prompts.... by kiwigirljacks.
525 points, ended September 19, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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HA! THAT WAS JUST COMMENT ONE THOUSAND (o happy day! *starts dancing to some crazed inner jazz...*)
with just one more,
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exsquisite graphic and elustriaous to litrality and intense jam through the door type imagery, like it!
w chai and cookies
-Jas
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"elustriaous to litrality" .... well that is an uncommon accolade. thank you for the little linger. I appreciate your kindness.
Thank you
RW
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Wow.. that is certainly sexy in the most indulgent and beautiful way. The longing is palpable despite distance... and the vocabularly is just amazing, adding so much to the depth of emotion in this. I felt it deeply. Thank you for this entry!
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uh, well, Jax... thank you for the shiney. I am taken aback .... not expecting anything like that over this trifle. Just a hat tip to you.
Thank you for your kind words. If you were indeed touched then I am honored.
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I was touched... I have bookmarked this piece. Love to see you writing
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