There was a delicous desire that danced
through her nightfall
as it dripped like honey
from her moonlight eyes.
The rapture ran wanton
through her feilds
as delicate petals drank
in her innocence
a golden melody sang
in harmony with the moon.
There was nothing incredible about her bounty
execpt the emotion embracing us.
The rapture overcame us again,
as subtle as the morning dew,
the spendor was uncanny
endearing me with words softly spoken
all fresh and new;
so fluid as to make two one.
There is no way to be candid
about everything done and undone,
when the moon fades into the rising sun
we are born anew.
A contest entry
- Play On Words by Heavenly Angel.
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Comments
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What a truly beautiful piece;
It just "feels" serene
I truly enjoyed reading this one!
Thank you for sharing and being part of the contest!
Good luck to you!!!!
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