Open Poetry #36 |
It Was... |
Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
The moon’s softness bathed them, lying still in the moment when slumber devours the passion and the rush of a torrid hour wanes. It was then she sensed the silk that had washed his shoulder, caressed his eyes and tasted the damp delirium of his lips. And it was tears, teasing her eyes that betrayed...for it was not her scent that lightly tickled their noses....It was another’s, someone else whose flame touched his soul and bayed the moon before the curtain’s rustle whisked away what was not their’s... |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Barry You sure know how to create atmosphere!! |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Uh-oh....now that's not a good flame for her. Yep, you do know how to create atmosphere. LOL Hugs, Ethel |
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CastleGuard Senior Member
since 2003-04-30
Posts 760Alberta, Canada |
It was...it is...unfortunate, real life is not always ‘lived happily ever after...’...sometimes Fate has its own mind. But, as poetry reflects real life, it can soften the harsh light of reality in a way, that reality cannot. Softened to tears here, Barry. CG |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"it was not her scent that lightly tickled their noses....It was another’s, someone else whose flame touched his soul" And I'll just bet that scent was White Shoulders.. from long long ago. Excellent write Barry. Hugs~Nancy ~Let peace begin with me... |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Tissue please... Linda |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
I could say so much about this one Barry instead, I will just say thank you.... lovely write m'friend... |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Well done as always Barry. believe in what your heart feels... |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
And it was tears, teasing her eyes that betrayed...for it was not her scent that lightly tickled their noses....It was another’s, someone else whose flame touched his soul and bayed the moon before the curtain’s rustle whisked away what was not their’s... Barry, you are definately a hopeless romantic, along with a scholar of words, setting them in just the right place for the reader to delightfully swim through |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
it was not her scent that lightly tickled their noses....It was another’s, someone else whose flame touched his soul These lines go straight to my heart. *S* |
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