snowy dust and foggy mist of the dawn
chirping birds and the silent nights
              *"Filled Of Love"

Enchanting mountains, enchanted eyes
Platinum Everest against the skies
Bolts of thunder deadly bright
Hold her till she bleeds tonight.
In the wind, purple lanterns glow
Shine, glimmer, all lights go
Hush, you Sculptor
Carve me out of stone
You, Mister sculptor,
Hold your sculpture close.
Inside, is what you hold a beating heart
Or stars crashing into the sea?
You are the thunderstorm at night
Whose touch like thunder faints me to sleep.

Last night his eyes asked me
How it feels in here, inside me
I bit my lip, how do I answer,
The same way he has asked?
Sending silent waves through
this darkness?

Light scares me away
So I rest in his custody all day
While his palms lightly cover
my eyes as he closes his
Maybe that is why
Even orange days seem like blue nights

And when the true night falls,
Even the early dusk is a cold black midnight.
I've never felt cold when he holds me.

This poem has been submitted for possible publication.  It will be reposted as soon as possible upon final determination.  Please feel free to peruse my poesy at your leisure.

Thank you so much,
PrttyBrd

I was the fine & pure water falling from top
until the breeze of yours entered me .
Me who purifed all was now spoilt
I who wanted to be clean was now
striving to accompany the dirt of yours.
you the soil and me the water once
me upon you and  you on me
both of us lost within beauty of each other.

Like by the sunset has my shame
lost in the darkness of night
waiting for you to complete my thirst.
Let me reach the depths of you
allow me to fulfill myself by the touch of you.

And by the sunrise  would a new story begin....

                                   ** A Complete Me