I dreamed of sweet tongueling nights;
like lips could let linger
in you
a curl of our liquid moonlight
soft stillows -
pane held my head and your glass
(rested on me)
pool of your body still swimming
swift past
eyes;
smouldering meanders in time.
brace of forlorning
the skin on your morning
cries
Author notes
Its more of a poetic jumble than an actual poem, but its all I can come close to achieving that even connects in a vague and scattered format. Yes, I really did invent words where I needed some. Deal with it. 
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I enjoy the poetic right to create your own meaning!
This is such a wonderfully descriptive piece of thought. A beautifully painted longing to emerge from the seams. I wish I could write like this, I do so admire the essence you weave. Great write!
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I personally love invented words.. especially when the blend in and make sense.. found this softly sensual and lilting. Beautiful.
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I haven't been visiting lately ... but even your scattered thoughts are still amazing..
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j'aime, comme tu le sais déjà
♥
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I can deal with it
I like this write
The words bring an image in my mind alive as I see before me
A great read too
best wishes my wonderful nephew
Auntie Julie x
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