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the freak of fructose
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Astronomical Poetry
I sense the sweet goddess of the moon.
Sprinkle moon dust all over my face and let me drift off to slumber.
Let me dream.
Let me wander to that enchanted place.
Let me drift in a Celtic paradise where everything floats on her rainbow.
Simply flutter like a butterfly in the color of the sky.
A visage lends a hand to capture my mind.
Like some kind of a spirit.
Blind light spills through the exposed studio.
Shadows swirl and scatter then disappear.
While the music transmits from Crystal Palace towers.
Her hair neatly pinned back in a French twist.
The world can feel her need, a need desired, and never forgotten.
The dancer’s silhouette is classical as meadow flowers.
Sweet sensual accents highlight my passage.
Blue iris storm with desire she is dancing with no one in particular.
Dip low, so seductive, as my oblivion flirts with exposure.
Hips sway in a slow rhythm she reaches out her hands.
My heart beats like a hundred drums.
The sweetest thing and no other candy can compare to that first taste.
Enjoy the aftermath under closed eyelid.
It is an irresistible explosion of cosmic magical, mischievous musing.
amazing
beautifully written! the sensual yet fantasy like undertones create the leaping, lonely but beautiful and reverered maiden in my mind. It is simply exquisite.
thank you
your words are too kind.
peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
I love this
No mix emotions or aftermath regrets ...
This was written with attention to relevant details, allowing my mind to imagine you staring at the moon, its soft light bathing your face, a ghost of a smile on your lips while your eyes stared blindly at nothing. In your eyes are glints reflected by the moonlight, and a gentleness brought by the memory you willed yourself to think with nostalgia,-- back to that place and time you were entranced by a dancer / performer ( whatever ). You wrote it like I am a silent observer watching you and seeing what you are recalling... You wrote it like your first taste was the best ? ;-)
Awesome!
Shye
“ Let the beauty of what you love be what you do."
~ Rumi
I think
you are very intuitive...
precisely this poem, as I remember, was my rendition of slumber, of that moment when REM turns to the minds inventions and dreams become the noesis of reality...
thank you for interest and wonderful comments
may you remain blessed
peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
I got carried away with my
I got carried away with my imagination... I did consider you tossing restlessly in your sleep too, moonlight touching you from an open window, while dreams came pouring unheeded, bringing you back to that special moment of your first. Very creative...
Shye
“ Let the beauty of what you love be what you do."
~ Rumi