As moments pause and hearts take leap
When breaths are swelled and passions peak
When moans, unheard, break the surface
And passion's dew... finds her graces
When life is found for broken hearts
Then hearts are sewn ...give light to dark
When all the vastness of scarred tissues
Mist the form of hidden virtues
Then broken parts are left to fly
When eyes are opened to crying...cried
When guts are groomed and passion found
Then light is given..love abounds.
Its colors, rainbows...light is blessed
Its prismed moistness on the breast
Its trails of silver laden lips
The peacock splaying in love's mist
Back to front and then reverse
Its push and pull until it hurts
Its flames of red hot...whiter cores
Its love unlike none before
Its more than love as mortals know it
Its unlimited passions...married...fitted
Its friends and second sort of senses
Its leaping bounds and pent-up fences
Love is lips so full and fluid
Southern women...stately Druid
Merger... kindling... starting fires
Firey fusion in love's desires.
As the years go by and my old heart does tire it's poems like this that reignite the fire. Beautiful piece my friend and well worthy to wear your name.
My glasses got so steamy reading that I had to turn on a fan Belle.
I loved the fluid image: "The peacock splaying in loves mist" Reminded me of the rituals and dances people and animals go through in prepartion for the melding.
Susan, you are our champion of rhyming about love, and this one is an exceptional sample of your talent. It smokes. It chokes. It's impossible to stop, once started. It keeps melting my computer! H E L P ! ! !
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I loved the fluid image: "The peacock splaying in loves mist" Reminded me of the rituals and dances people and animals go through in prepartion for the melding.
A colorful and visceral write indeed ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Ron
i'm down here.........bill
Eileen
You coin the moods of love and emotion in a remarkable and stunning display of description, mood and color...
When you put your artist's brush in motion , you always paint from your easel of experience, and palette of feelings and sentiments.
Quite a glorious and potent connection.
Love
Peter