Nightly.
By maisie
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Nightly.
The dark of the night fits me
wraps soft velvet fingers
encloses limbs in a gentle embrace....
...
Love is this, welcoming.
Shadows of the moments spent -
on the collection of our surrenders.
...
On the battlefield of desire: the Arabian Night.
Talk to me of wonder, whilst the Screech Owl
hunts the dawn. And I and You hunt also...
...
The last act: except accept
the finality and the infinatity to come.
A mirror image of what was, will be and shall be evermore.
the songbird on the tree,
sings the dawn, as the sun rises -
on our empty beds...
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Hi maisie,
Hi maisie,
love that first stanza:-
The dark of the night fits me
wraps soft velvet fingers
encloses limbs in a gentle embrace...
It really set the scene for the rest of the poem, which I very much enjoyed.
Jenny.
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This is beautiful.
This is beautiful.
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