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Implausible Trine
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Implausible Trine |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Scattered on the white wind bridges of my dreams Blend in belly dance of warm hypnotic themes Tending time but a caress along your hand Deeper entry to the catacombs than ever planned When autumn whispers on the bare of summer shoulder A dream cast infinitum to the truth in colors bolder In touches tenderly beneath the guise of linen shirt Higher glides the climb these supple slopes to skirt Telling of an adlib line, each rise and fall to move in mime And followed in the trace of lips a taste familiar over time When autumn whispers on the bare of summer shoulder Then wishes become guides through passion’s smolder In unison of breathing cheek to cheek spent hide and seek Most intimate the language of the soul let mute to speak Glistening Aurora twins the sparkle of uncharted bliss Given in a worthy way, expressions of an endless kiss When autumn whispers on the bare of summer shoulder An air of warmth before the fire should the night turn colder Copyright Kkh 8/15/04 |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Kathleen, this is a beautiful poem. You have such a gift!  ....jo |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is so beautiful. I love it. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
and the nights are turning colder, yes |
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Kevo Member
since 2004-06-02
Posts 466Navarro County, Texas, USA |
This is a diamond. So vivid. A beautiful collection of words that captivated me from beginning to end. You have such a gift for writing. Kevin |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
This is beautiful work Diamond just lovely! Eric |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
The late fires brought a passion to your pen, a chill to a shoulder now covered and a lasting respect for she who dances with her own wolves... |
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Pell Member
since 2001-09-16
Posts 134Pacific NW |
Delicious. Love the.. reprises(is that what they are called?). Rather like looking at a sunset...a bright point of passionate light framed by a broader spectrum. Sometimes one cannot look directly at the intense "sun" whether from pain or propriety, but the view surrounding it is no less warm and blindingly beautiful(heh). Absolutely lovely. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Thank you so very much for continuing to read and encourage my stretches of muse. So very humbled by such wonderful words. Much Gratitude, TD |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
As always, the dance of your words provides such beauty that I can only smile and sigh. I think this is one of my favorites . . .  SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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