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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I wrote on my sleeve so her hand would romance my arm, Her head lay facing the north side of the mountain top. Eyes as pretentious as the moons sly grin. I shelled into my mold, a crisp cut for a warm evening. Her hands slowly corralled mine, as we sat moonlighting next to one another. Our souls became featherweights, until jazz revealed verses of fluid tunes. The tunes I had embraced for oh so long, wielded and yielded; as I felt her hands deal my beliefs, My giddy smile was intensely forbidden, falling into her deep extremity. We shared each other that night, absent minded, yet always guided. Absolute of each other, as eyes boldly scuffling rising skins. Absolute tranquility, she insanely dressed her hair on my shoulder. My shoulder amasses her hair, as her tulip fingers arise their reflection. Constance unfolds her veil tonight. |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
I was only into the first few lines and I knew this poem was going to be good. No, it's better than that. Real nice style with talent galore. Very nice write. mysticpoe If nothing is something |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
very, very nice write.. "We shared each other that night, absent minded, yet always guided"-beautiful words... "in a past life i was a woodcarver's knife: the sharpend blade of a wood cutter, the eldest son of the chief's brother: a maker of drums" |
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missmisery61 Member
since 2003-07-08
Posts 56 |
This was beautiful, simply beautiful. I read it over and over again. So lord I see you grinnin' must be grand always winning....AIC |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I appreciate all of the comments, always welcomed  Tomer |
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