Our profiles shape a heart
beginning and ending,
as all forms must, fading
face to smooth bone face.
I adore the grace
of your naked honesty.
The sharp curve of memories
that teach me a willingness
to step right to the edge and trust;
enlightenment is always more
of a question than an answer.
These bodies, our flesh,
are a sweet playground.
If as a child, wishful wonder
opens secrete bowers, blooming
round tall-grass meadows of the moon.
Wild Angels weep for joy where
the Master Gardener sows His love.
Author notes
BluesMans Soul Muse Contest # 1 by BluesMan
Prompt: Picture & Soul Mates…Know not the limits of time.
A contest entry
- BluesMans Soul Muse Contest # 1 by BluesMan.
1750 points, ends December 11, 20 entries
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i am the other side of the full moon, so of course I-Love-it!
dada
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As the inspiration for all the moonshine around here I thank you my cutie pie monkey man. Thank you Kind sir.
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