Open Poetry #48 |
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the spirit of the wind |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
They ran where the wind sewed the fields together under the tomato sun she wore her red dress like a button sigh that felt the coastal reef beneath their legs His fingers began to rub across her belly for he knew every time she would grin with satisfaction For her heart use to wander along the side of the road beside her rough legs she had a smooth layer of the skins touch that dreamt a side of lazarus and felt her eyes speak beneath the running heat The kiss between the lips of a maiden dressed in the clouds of her fathers spirit with her bones like small woods of fire up against the scruff of his beard as the the rural woods followed closely with their leaves handshaking one another watching, breathing as he, like his sacred fathers, held her slightly, then showed the door to the tightest grip of a man with a love so born he became the shadows soft forest [This message has been edited by Tomer (12-10-2012 11:32 PM).] |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Your attention to detail is wonderful!! You capture so much and weave your words with a silver lining.. . Breathtaking and so pretty, T~ |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Blues- Thanks for the kind words. I'm happy you enjoyed it so much. Take care Cheers Tomer |
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