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Dita Oct 2018
I could find a way to make a voice so small become loud,
         loud enough to influence hearts and minds with words.
We are routed in love,
         yet our structure does not embody unity in full.
Empathy is lacking and eyes burn with ignorance,
         peace can only be found through pure intention.
Time is a gift while everything is a choice,
         choose to create moments that are a reflection of honesty.
Beauty exuded by the synchrony of our souls is captivating,
         rich reminders to care for one another.
If I blend my thoughts with your thoughts,
         you and I should feel safe-
           we are all one.
Dita Oct 2018
The radiant echoes of a golden soul left to the wind in peace with each step she dances
The rhythm in her stride tickles the air to ease the force
A subtle gust of endearing presence colliding with the intensity of awakening
A path followed that sings a song and sounds a beat enough to sway the ocean's opinion
She listens but she cannot see
Eyes closed, she follows the rhythm that mimics her vibrations
She listens but she cannot see, until she tastes the wave that covers her skin before she feels-
Her rhythm is gone
Dita Oct 2018
Spines curve as sweetly as drops from a honeysuckle
Notes in a melody fill the void spaces
Gentle rushes stir like the swish of rustling leaves
Flushed as red as the cherry who’s stem is knotted
Time stolen from the hands of a frozen clock-
Still like snow fallen from a winter shower

Senses fully awaken to chase alluring aromas  
Repetitive jolts of candied sin trickle throughout the body
Electric flow in the veins sparks an extended invitation
Contagious appetite will mirror aches of desire

Surges of shock in the body join the mind and soul
Accelerating spikes in heart rate kiss private secrets
Boundless longing branded to one another
Yearning indulged by limitless exchanges of energy-
Transfers immune from harm

Pressure from oneness loosens the tremble in pleading breaths
Hands close around each hip to clench their hollows
Credible fingers drenched in admiration coat mingled skin
One is composed by the gravitation of two
Defying moonlight to surrender at an immeasurable ******

Reaching for the highest point to let go
Sharing traces of untamed wind with soaring wings
Collecting innocence altered by ecstasy
Choosing vulnerability to expose what cannot be said
Fantasies traded through the rhythm of touch

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