Open Poetry #40 |
The Beginning |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Too many answers, I have asked myself, Drained the secrets. From my knees, To her soul, As feet touch, So I can be one with each toe. The night befalls, Where lanterns fuzz, And flies roam, To the musky heat, That circles the cabins home. The fire runs loud, Where my hand signs hers, As our eyes settle laughs and desires, From the aroma of her hair, To her breath nestling onto my stomachs canvass. We lye together, To the silence, That shades the passion, From our skin, To the dreams that became real, On the night I danced with an angel, And fell in love with the beauty of the wind. |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
"On the night I danced with an angel, And fell in love with the beauty of the wind." beautiful. not long ago I wanted to write somehting about wind. and the last sentace will be "If I miss you, I will turn on my fan." silly. enjoyed. It is a beautiful poem. thank you for sharing. |
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