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a kiss ends in confessing
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Hyacinth garden sweetly in shivers
like a pulse choreographed
hear the whisper of words
satisfyingly submitted
tempt the image
language feathered, tongue and groove
a fiery verse in ambiance
of pink fragments while musing
vanish into the warmth
echo the memory of being
glow and waiting to burst
still beautiful
midnights darkness twists
this explanation of bliss
fulfill that wish
reach an edge
nothing else exists
only naked wings
inside of things
where light scarcely tries
so vast its extent
feelings catch in the caressing
silky thighs offer thier softened sighs
and a kiss ends in confessing
Incredibly beautiful piece 9T
Incredibly beautiful piece 9T you are a master of painting delicate yet dramatic works, I love your poetry, im far too busy and real as in bogee down by gritty life working hard to release thevshackles of my mind, but my hope is one day i will have time to write the words i love so muchin the way i love so much! Always a peasure to read you craft HUGSS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thank you
you will create the beauty you seek in your own time
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
I love the imagery presented.
I love the imagery presented. It took me to a place of possibility. Lovely :)
With love
anything and everything is a possibility, only a heart seeking love can make it come alive...
I leave you with this poem from long ago...
Peace
Dylan
Love's Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the Ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
in one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?--
See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?
Love's Philosophy is a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, written in 1820.
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot