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abacus of anticipation
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Hyacinth garden
the passion in my kiss
with quiescent design
is no surprise
let us recline suppine
when my lips
issue such expressive sighs
wipe away your tears
for the laughter kept in Paradise
a soft touch
that utters a whisper
like a smooth-cut stone
no words are spoken
staying upon arrival
in the black of night
trust the abacus of anticipation
sparkle
in your stars
they are alluring and smoldering
with the shrill shivers in the sleepy shadows
that aspire to surprise
let us etch
experiments
from such bold desire
in this delicious
clash of clamours
where we mend what is broken
undenied are the constellations
where consolations float off in ecstasy
here are all the verses in the mind
stars supply the shine
to glimpse on confessions
adorned in velvet
stella thank you
you are too kind...
peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
"...undenied are the constellations..."
I simply adore this image. Love is so like this poem, absolutely velvet. ~allets~
~(:D)-