Guide from eclectic divinations
This dynamism explores its forces
inside this unison striving our cores to seek
These intrinsic gifts of force inborn to the soul
Carry through the select chosen their destinations path
Integrating the mantels of understanding & wisdoms
Fire warms the hearth & the heart’s soul
The compass of desires drawn to pursue their destiny
Gates open an arrival knowing
Love & Perfumeries
Vickie
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on March 11, 2007
Well, dang! You GO Girl! You sure don't give a reader any chance to get bored. Hot stuff. Enjoyed very much.
Sage! - I found one in the long lost poetry cupboard, a draft (no pun intended!) Your poem is wonderful - 'for centuries...' - your herstorical stamp makes this a poem of substance, my drafty old draft without this perspective, is more just hot air! - hope you like it -Nicky x
poem
The wax lyrical
evocation of you - tip
to toe, melts away
on hot sheets
streaked.
The wax, lyrical
evocation of your tip
to toe, melts,
so I search again
for your split second essence
in evaporated vapours.
Scent; sensual droplets,
a bead - turn my tongue
around the heat
of explosive air,
in Voice -
condensed against
the pane, your juice
pours rain down the window
of our erotic room,
and later, I write your name
with the fire of my finger,
light a candle in the window
for you, to find your way home.
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This dynamism explores its forces
inside this unison striving our cores to seek
These intrinsic gifts of force inborn to the soul
Carry through the select chosen their destinations path
Integrating the mantels of understanding & wisdoms
Fire warms the hearth & the heart’s soul
The compass of desires drawn to pursue their destiny
Gates open an arrival knowing
Love & Perfumeries
Vickie
Ted
poem
The wax lyrical
evocation of you - tip
to toe, melts away
on hot sheets
streaked.
The wax, lyrical
evocation of your tip
to toe, melts,
so I search again
for your split second essence
in evaporated vapours.
Scent; sensual droplets,
a bead - turn my tongue
around the heat
of explosive air,
in Voice -
condensed against
the pane, your juice
pours rain down the window
of our erotic room,
and later, I write your name
with the fire of my finger,
light a candle in the window
for you, to find your way home.
Regis
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
Sandie Angel :o)