Open Poetry #46 |
The shift and a sweet kiss |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
My eyes like the weather Shifting and changing Along the lengthy months Of youthful thoughts and beautiful lulls Of the nights dark breathe. The shift of my breath and voice So much like a tiger as he chases His tail around the jungles wet path And find his soulful seat of food and comfort. It is my night to hold and chase, For the hairs on my head to curl Their way to the vines Adjacent to my smooth path, Smooth black slacks It is my path for my eyes To shift with winter And change the summer breeze Like the back of my spine As it straightens to a new moon, A new me, A new thunder beneath every sea. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Very lovely poem, dear Tomer. Love, Margherita |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
it is sensitive and beautiful, thanks for the poetic work too. regards yann |
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