of smoke and cloud a ring around the moon a pendant garden of hanging dreams

where the stars refuse to shine and
relinquish in sighs novas and nebulas
a quiet moment of velvet blushes
and beautiful soft brown eyes
her cheeks well-rounded smooth curves
conjur memory visualize reflection recall
sublime contrasting where delight serves
vision when first begin a love that will end
to place each thought there now in that time.
empty empty sky crackle cackle hot dry sigh
cry moan whine wind chimes.
golden autumn shores embrace with placid
waters waltzing off to sea . . . . .
flat is the river passing pastoral leafy lines
of tree and shrub on their passage on down
spring sound of buzzing bees around flower
heads searching out found nectar
winter ground gleaming bright
a cold frost in frozen air grating chaffs skin
chills to bone and bites thru to soul
silky golden yellow corn now bows down to
ground as autumn wind cackle crackles groans
moans with grit and grime streaming through
calls out soft hot low closer with desire
a mountain lake in open sun a vale between
water boils spits rice
moon tingling from touch of sun left to wait
for planets stars heaven fire rain end of time
islands palms reeds cane
blue light shadow cast by cloud
and incoming storm
run run the river run
frothy like beaten whipped egg whites
run run run
serenely luminescent mesmerizing
splashing intoxicating nightjar’s echoing
kiss frees mourning dove’s song.
wngs opening to flight awakened cloistered
garden beneath a clasped restless
morning still moon summer’s whispered
twilight richly-petalled lush blooms their soft
sweet longing plaintive delicious quiet
scents feverish tryst cry refrains now
another fountain sings measures low hush
haunting laugh soothing those stolen
forbidden moments’ shadows answer never
found murmuring meeting enigma once haste
time grasp strain greeting locked embrace
very genle caress stirs illusion desire evening
hour nearby again remains hanging in the hot
air relinquishing explain deferred depart face
place tranquil until precious looms last word
end bone moments of ashen dust and rust.
she sits at her kitchen table eating a sweet
blood orange tangy red tomatoes and
pungent cheese drifting off and away lost in
moment and dream as a twinge takes over
and snaps her out of it and back again into
the here into the now of it back down home.

of smoke and cloud a ring around the moon a pendant garden of hanging dreams

mhkantor

Joined December 2007

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