A carving, a slow deliberate cut, curled petals sharp enough to splinter; known touch with fingers outstretched, following the grooves, the moist wooden harbor I fight to free you from.
I worshiped you once, as goddess and tree. Your heartbeat was stronger then mine, slow as molasses and timed for the season. Your roots went deeper, stretching far enough back to taste the earth.
And you danced. Oh, how you danced, your gown of red and yellow tattered by the song, your arms stretched to the sun and the moon and the stars. You danced; but you danced only for the wind.
I wanted you to dance for me.
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Who will earn your tears?
Who will taste the evidence of your sorrow?
Who will kiss away the remnants of your joy?
I will.
Oh my.
This is so beautiful, in so many ways.
Thank you.
Of course.. thank you .
As usual, this took my breathe away.
Impenetrable pleasure dies
Beneath the madness of new dreams;
The slow sweet breath is turned to sighs
More musical than many streams
Under the moving silver beams,
Fretted with stars, thrice woven across.
White limbs in amorous slumber toss,
Like sleeping foam, whose silver gleams
On motionless dark seas; it seems
As if some gentle spirit stirred,
Their lazy brows with some swift word.
So, in the secret of the shrine,
Night keeps them nestled, so the gloom
Laps them in waves as smooth as wine,
As glowing as the fiery womb
Of some young tigress, dark as doom,
And swift as sunrise. Love’s content
Builds its own monument,
And carves above its vaulted tomb
The Phoenix on her fiery plume,
To their own souls to testify
Their kisses’ immortality.
You. You and your words. They make me curl up inside, distracted from the needs of my day.
Wow. This did something to me……and I like it.
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