Open Poetry #48 |
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the ballad of the night and the morning that lasted forever |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Her soft hands brought back moments of youth of childhood memories that left their shy selves at the swing sets of the backyards of the midwest She brought back the golden skies crust where the sun sets just right just against the backdrop of the ocean where the season of Fall begins to nudge its way past the dirt filled khakis of the boys and the tangled pony tails of young girls Hands through movements of time until the gold encrusted sky touched the hands of everyone that surrounded her. She fell towards the month of Augustus the man that now stood as a statue was once the skin on his bodies template of heart, of soul of a beautiful set of eyes just like his and as he placed them on hers he, like Augustus, touched strokes of her thighs inner secrets until midnight swayed the trees to their burgeoning eyes It was their first time their first memory of sleeves becoming undressed, undone with scriptures scribbled across their bodies until rapturous, one in the same with the morning beckoning at her backside like the suns quiet hello her soft hands, next to his temple violin to the morning rise; encore of the previous nights performance. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed...James |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, bud. Appreciate the support, as always. Hope you're well.. Cheers Tomer |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Nice, nice. Some fantastic wordplay you got there. Enjoyed immensely. |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Soul for the kind comments. Happy you enjoyed. Cheers Tomer |
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