After, during or before, the scent of pulsating shadows permeates the sacred incense of such radiance and divine meltdown. This place is a shrine to your love and made holy because of it. Gorgeous, Alexandra, as only you can do. TY Kate xx
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on January 25, 2008
I bet more than his body doth rise:)
Great to see you back after not being able to publish...
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on January 25, 2008
Bodies rising and falling
Like waves upon the shore
Make a glowing ember
That warms us to the core.
Well, if this is what you have been doing while away, I bow to your absence...Beautiful poem and image. Missing your beautiful poetry, glad to see that you are seeing a bit of light at the end of a long tunnel.
Always in my thoughts and healing prayers my dear friend.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
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Great to see you back after not being able to publish...
Like waves upon the shore
Make a glowing ember
That warms us to the core.
Loving this place with you,
Teu Joseph
Always in my thoughts and healing prayers my dear friend.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Stay well and keep writing.
Ed
Fee
best, michael guy
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Sensuality at its best.
Georg
Stunning place to be...beautifully penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.