Open Poetry #41 |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The tiptoes of the shallow water, As he paved his back to its tiled wonder, A woman so real, Her eyes teased his skin With the pennants of blue That climbed over His sins, And kneeled under The waters teal eyed current. A reason with beauty, A reason to be seen, As if she could be His morning sign, His wine that traded It’s suave, red, pulse For her moment To be his tradition, His position, Her pavilion Mounted within His bodies poignant cave. |
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DreamerSpirit Member
since 2006-10-02
Posts 240Buenos Aires, Argentina |
Wow...very expresive work here..i loved it. those expressions made me remember somebody.. thanks for sharing! |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Excellent images here |
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