Open Poetry #16 |
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Loving to Love You |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines ![]() |
What would you say to a meeting tonight, after the indigo colours the skies? Wandering free 'neath the quilted stars, bright emptying darkness in loneliness, sighs. Play me your memories, when looking in eyes. What would you say to a kiss from these lips, after you've held me in arms, tightly wound? Centering me, in your heart rhythm skips, where only silence of breathing is found. Play the memories in eyes, yours, I've drowned. What would you say to a night shared in all, after the stargazing trembles in feel? Forbidden affection 'til nighttimes fall, loving to love you in dreams of the real. Playing the memories eyes of blue steal. ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Forbidden affection 'til nighttimes fall, loving to love you in dreams of the real. Playing the memories eyes of blue steal. Great poem nakedthoughts, I especially loved the ending lines. Maree ![]() |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
thank you Maree...sometimes I just can't help but sit here wishing ... *s ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Wynter, A lovely write, a lovely wish. Enjoyed. |
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Interloper![]() ![]()
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Frankly, I'd say yes ![]() Beautiful Maureen and beautiful work. Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Someday, perhaps a wish to come true. By any chance Sy, are your eyes of steel blue?...hmmm just wondering thanks (sheepishly smiling) Maureen "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
If Sy's are not blue and this Texan's of steel, perhaps, maybe someday wishes become real. haaa this is fun, I should try this more often. Thanks You Guys hugsssss Maureen "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Mistletoe Angel![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
![]() (sigh) Such a beautiful wish and longing I always wish for your sweet heart, dearest Wynter! (sigh) You know, I too have blue eyes! (winks) Wonderful poem, dearest friend! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Wynter, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Noah Dear, you are about hmmmmmm...30 years too young for me..but if I was in your age bracket, You certainly would be first on my list of men I would enjoy the pleasure of meeting... love to you, sweet friend *and yes, I am flirting despite the age difference. ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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ctowen Member Elite
since 2001-10-18
Posts 2286Green Mountains of VT |
I like to read your thoughts after you have penned their reflection ... most interesting!! "I was taken by my own thoughts as I read lost, and found, by the words you said reminiscing perhaps wishing wondering the colour of your eyes ahead" ( mine are blue ) *s* |
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Larry C![]()
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Wynter, (Noah, I should have gotten here sooner. 'Cause I got those 30 years covered.) So liked the poem, ALOT! ![]() [This message has been edited by Larry C (edited 10-23-2001).] |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
ctowen ... I have Eyes of the Night I left in your pain, eyes of the night telling all. Myst surrounding me, a season's warmth undressing my thoughts, silence a replacement for the strength of you. I rode my thoughts, placing you beside me, hand resting on my knee calming my soul. The starkness of the night overwhelming, reigning me in, shades of blue, as eyes look my way. I walked away, looking over my shoulder closing the door behind, remembering, knowing, feeling, believing, in the pull of the moon. Climbed the stairs, memory by memory, shadows to follow. I glimpsed you in my dreams, holding each moment's touch before me, eyes caressing eyes, lips coveting lips, veiled by words felt through fingertips, pressing my mind, 'til time disappeared and the eyes of the night closed in. And the color is Hazel...they change with my moods...mostly a smoldering blue-gray I am told... *s Larry C 30 years covered?...hmmmm...well some wouldn't admit to that...thanks again hey..and did you say yours were "steel blue" also? you sure know how to flatter a gal.. ~Wynter/Maureen "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II [This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (edited 10-23-2001).] |
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