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La Petit Morte
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Hyacinth garden
do song birds rise as melody wanes?
a sound faintly veiled, soft inducement through satin winds.
call to me lover.
full kernel of ecstasy abide in your influence.
our fortunes flung onto tempted seas.
spontaneous reverie in a wish for another dream.
feral arch is seized
tear the fire from its tongue.
ecstatic glimmer where secrets are unlocked.
call my name into the night
as we reach the distant shore.
sip the water of loves content.
rivers climax within enchantment.
lovers entwined
we have finished with the moon.
do we still hunger for echoes of the past?
or are we in those fickle folds of never.
Hardly one I can relate to
Hardly one I can relate to much...but I guess it's ok?? I am disappointed...lol. I'm going to read a bunch of yours the nect few days and I will show you the ones I love. There are a few. Maybe I can even pinpoint what it is I like so much.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "