in her time of wings

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Hyacinth garden

she had become so curious
as if lost in time, somewhere behind
all the shedded tears, laughing off the years
they would not let her truly love

lengthen the quill continuous
like a molted serene feather
dip into porcelain reservoir
a burden releases from her jaw

her submissions not content with tether
within the play
which plays with her
her body rends itself

in a zone
so mysterious

touch becomes
erogenous

beautifully
here, there

an old fantasy
within new decree
spun from her memory
in her time of wings

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This is a perfect description

This is a perfect description of what I go through very often... I praise your pen! You are incredible with words! Bravo! SS


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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*penning... Lol! iPad! But I

*penning... Lol! iPad! But I bet you have cool pen anyways! ;)


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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I praise

your praise of my pen
Thank you again


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot