rainey-birthwright - Hello Poetry

. My dress, sheer as blood Under light, falls so soft, Your fingers, stone hard And pointed as the sun, Free me from cold body, I loose as my dress, fallen And my spirit, bare, fresh As the lighted moon, quakes Without sound. Touch me . . . My prince, rake my nudes With tooth and lip, smell My breaking waters living, This spring is autumn, live, Like a pool shudders in rain, My skin kippering in cloud And my *** unleashed from Shroud, you, my man are all, I wake in a garden full, ripen, Of leaves and old embracings. My springs, eternal sprouting From a source, branch to earth Spend me, my Lord, fire me up. .

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Aug 9, 2021

Aug 9, 2021 at 12:40 AM UTC

Naked With You

. My dress, sheer as blood Under light, falls so soft, Your fingers, stone hard And pointed as the sun, Free me from cold body, I loose as my dress, fallen And my spirit, bare, fresh As the lighted moon, quakes Without sound. Touch me . . . My prince, rake my nudes With tooth and lip, smell My breaking waters living, This spring is autumn, live, Like a pool shudders in rain, My skin kippering in cloud And my *** unleashed from Shroud, you, my man are all, I wake in a garden full, ripen, Of leaves and old embracings. My springs, eternal sprouting From a source, branch to earth Spend me, my Lord, fire me up. .

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. So afar and tall are you to me, For you are from shining mountains, Higher than the clouds, your brow, Darker than the heavens, your hair. So small and fey am I to you, For I am but lone whisper in glens, Slight as one firefly on the moors And my reflection but a tiny glow. Only to spark at edge of pools dark, Only to fly when in harnessing arms. I crossed a bridge to be with you, The streams slipping times away, Beneath my girlhood, all in a rush, Then I entered the deepest wood. So small and wan was I to you, For you are from snowy mountains And I am from rain-watery glens, For you are portrait and I bokeh. One day the woods engulfed me strong, One night the bridge I crossed was gone. .

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Jul 31, 2021

Jul 31, 2021 at 1:36 AM UTC

One Day The Woods Engulfed Me

. So afar and tall are you to me, For you are from shining mountains, Higher than the clouds, your brow, Darker than the heavens, your hair. So small and fey am I to you, For I am but lone whisper in glens, Slight as one firefly on the moors And my reflection but a tiny glow. Only to spark at edge of pools dark, Only to fly when in harnessing arms. I crossed a bridge to be with you, The streams slipping times away, Beneath my girlhood, all in a rush, Then I entered the deepest wood. So small and wan was I to you, For you are from snowy mountains And I am from rain-watery glens, For you are portrait and I bokeh. One day the woods engulfed me strong, One night the bridge I crossed was gone. .

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. When first I did see you, My heart was a drum, beaten, A fog horn blew out to sea. When you looked at me, Stark, true, across blue sky, Sunshine piercing the clouds. When you touched me, Frost thawing at first light, Misted dews on the heathers. When you were upon me so, Could I not but open, bloom, Softly, wind on the petal. When your hot eyes got me, Set smoulder to stoked flame, Aye, I burned for you.

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC

I Burned For You

. When first I did see you, My heart was a drum, beaten, A fog horn blew out to sea. When you looked at me, Stark, true, across blue sky, Sunshine piercing the clouds. When you touched me, Frost thawing at first light, Misted dews on the heathers. When you were upon me so, Could I not but open, bloom, Softly, wind on the petal. When your hot eyes got me, Set smoulder to stoked flame, Aye, I burned for you.

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. in the whites of our eyes, no language can interpret, in the skins of lost bodies, no soul can birth rich flesh, in two hearts beating twined, by all what blight moon shows. i have walked alone as you, creeping in avenues so alone, i have made peace in sorrows, that you share and i sure know, we both stride with mists of rains, white washed by what moon shows. this world, cast for walking ghosts, those who know but shadow speak, avenues trod, unspoken indifferences, spoke fingers that long for heated touch, bodies crying need for moist engulfments, beneath shroud, beams, what moon shows. .

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Feb 16, 2019

Feb 16, 2019 at 12:38 AM UTC

What Blight Moon Shows

. in the whites of our eyes, no language can interpret, in the skins of lost bodies, no soul can birth rich flesh, in two hearts beating twined, by all what blight moon shows. i have walked alone as you, creeping in avenues so alone, i have made peace in sorrows, that you share and i sure know, we both stride with mists of rains, white washed by what moon shows. this world, cast for walking ghosts, those who know but shadow speak, avenues trod, unspoken indifferences, spoke fingers that long for heated touch, bodies crying need for moist engulfments, beneath shroud, beams, what moon shows. .

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. So afar and tall are you to me, For you are from shining mountains, Higher than the clouds, your brow, Darker than the heavens, your hair. So small and fey am I to you, For I am but lone whisper in glens, Slight as one firefly on the moors And my reflection but a tiny glow. Only to spark at edge of pools dark, Only to fly when in harnessing arms. I crossed a bridge to be with you, The streams slipping times away, Beneath my girlhood, all in a rush, Then I entered the deepest wood. So small and wan was I to you, For you are from snowy mountains And I am from rain-watery glens, For you are portrait and I bokeh. One day the woods engulfed me strong, One night the bridge I crossed was gone. .

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Jan 10, 2019

Jan 10, 2019 at 2:21 AM UTC

One Day The Woods Engulfed Me

. So afar and tall are you to me, For you are from shining mountains, Higher than the clouds, your brow, Darker than the heavens, your hair. So small and fey am I to you, For I am but lone whisper in glens, Slight as one firefly on the moors And my reflection but a tiny glow. Only to spark at edge of pools dark, Only to fly when in harnessing arms. I crossed a bridge to be with you, The streams slipping times away, Beneath my girlhood, all in a rush, Then I entered the deepest wood. So small and wan was I to you, For you are from snowy mountains And I am from rain-watery glens, For you are portrait and I bokeh. One day the woods engulfed me strong, One night the bridge I crossed was gone. .

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. In still morning light, There is new beginning, Early birds so joyous, On wings into the sky, How the sun is painting A paradise for my eyes. I will wake into dream, On this day so spectral, I will sing with the breeze And interpret the songs Of birds in trees a flame, Sailing into heavens' dawn. .

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Dec 14, 2018

Dec 14, 2018 at 5:20 AM UTC

Heavens' Dawn

. In still morning light, There is new beginning, Early birds so joyous, On wings into the sky, How the sun is painting A paradise for my eyes. I will wake into dream, On this day so spectral, I will sing with the breeze And interpret the songs Of birds in trees a flame, Sailing into heavens' dawn. .

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. The indifferent sky, Cold as marbled altar, Starless, plain as scripture Blasphemed with conviction, In communion with flocks, Says nothing about love Nor trust nor truth nor Blood offered in cold Cup of chalice Only priests Thirst up. .

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Dec 1, 2018

Dec 1, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC

Empty Mass

. The indifferent sky, Cold as marbled altar, Starless, plain as scripture Blasphemed with conviction, In communion with flocks, Says nothing about love Nor trust nor truth nor Blood offered in cold Cup of chalice Only priests Thirst up. .

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. Our eyes, So shy in sun Want each other, Yet pretend so strong, That flesh is ghost shine, Colour, shadow with sweat, Body without touch, blood red As brick in weathers, strained by Time and fade of photos in old box, Our eyes see nothing till all is goner, Youth, beauty, innocence, mists of soul. .

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Nov 25, 2018

Nov 25, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC

Blind

. Our eyes, So shy in sun Want each other, Yet pretend so strong, That flesh is ghost shine, Colour, shadow with sweat, Body without touch, blood red As brick in weathers, strained by Time and fade of photos in old box, Our eyes see nothing till all is goner, Youth, beauty, innocence, mists of soul. .

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. Take this flesh, Make me unreal, Let voice expose, Solidify, delusions, Let body rule most In this make up set, Your beauty shine out Like light blinding eyes, Interrogate my soul as it Vibrates within cell made lit Like fire caught in cauldrons. .

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Aug 5, 2018

Aug 5, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC

Flame

. Take this flesh, Make me unreal, Let voice expose, Solidify, delusions, Let body rule most In this make up set, Your beauty shine out Like light blinding eyes, Interrogate my soul as it Vibrates within cell made lit Like fire caught in cauldrons. .

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. The looking at you Destroys my mask And a sun ignites Heating the blood That was buried In window flesh, Slits break, lid of eyes, The souls’ shutter. The breathings with you Lays me asunder To bedrooms starry Where faith succumbs Only to be reborn In spooning after love, The fae body spirals In positions foetal. The touching with us Rakes the ghost moon Which lies within truths Dark as reddest rose Rising in thorny stalk Where treasure is sunk, In cavities of chest, Beat hearts shudder. .

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Apr 1, 2018

Apr 1, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC

Lovers Shy

. The looking at you Destroys my mask And a sun ignites Heating the blood That was buried In window flesh, Slits break, lid of eyes, The souls’ shutter. The breathings with you Lays me asunder To bedrooms starry Where faith succumbs Only to be reborn In spooning after love, The fae body spirals In positions foetal. The touching with us Rakes the ghost moon Which lies within truths Dark as reddest rose Rising in thorny stalk Where treasure is sunk, In cavities of chest, Beat hearts shudder. .

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