Oasis A Love Poem
by Silvia Hartmann
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Words are to me
as a sword is to the soldier. |
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I speak and write the days
long campaigns in foreign lands,
an expert with my weapons,
lightly they swirl,
work their magic.
Here, with you,
I would lay down my arms
and sink into the grace
of silence; I would listen
to your voice, your breathing
and the beating
of your heart.
Open wide
I let your sweeps, your shapes
your panther movements
flow inside me,
there to warm and nourish.
fill my hunger,
old and cold.
And finally, I close my eyes
become the desert sands,
await your kiss
unfolding an oasis,
rich with colour,
rich with life.
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| Reviewed by Sue Hess |
10/1/2004 |
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| wonderfully romantic |
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
9/30/2004 |
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| You are an expert with your weapon. Enjoyed. |
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
9/30/2004 |
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| Reading this I could not help but feel it would be great to see you and Robert J. Ace do a poem together. Love the flow of thought in this. Very romantic on many different levels. |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
9/29/2004 |
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| i like the contrasting images ... |
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| Reviewed by A PAX |
9/29/2004 |
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| wow......beautiful! |
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| Reviewed by Nordette Adams |
9/29/2004 |
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| Oh, this is truly saying something, Silvia. You've written well here, exceptionally so. And boy, would I like to find someone who'd stun me enough that I'd put down my sword. LOL |
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