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Carlo C Gomez Jan 23
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the night starts here,
the night starts here
in the dunes,
fixed in time;
incipient waves falling into place,
their subtle purpose
to roll over and sing;
the fountainhead above us,
like it's above the shore,
attaching softness to a shell.

we blew on a dandelion
and the whole world disappeared;
love is a mysterious shape,
love is a remembered rhythm.

I have trembled
my way deep,
I'm a guest in here,
drinking at the stream,
seeking bliss in
the plural homemade kiss:
peppermints and orchid rain.

we please the night,
we please the night in interlude,
and it merrily leaves us that strand
of pearls called "good morning."

~
Danielle Dec 2024
Heaven, earth, sea interlude

From the  spaces of stars
to its death,
from heaven back to
the  oceans depth,
from the mountain peaks to
dewy glens,

I love you from moon to saturn.
Danielle Jul 2024
This love has morphed differently within me, heaven struck, caught up by the heights of my devotion, laced with enchantment. I speak your name with longing, as if my words were haunting interludes, in the cacophony of souls whispering a multitude of wishes to a body that once lived — an old figure of myself.
Odd Odyssey Poet Jul 2024
By my life’s imposing conclusion;-
My poetry will all be an additional storyline
It’s words remembered; my memory but forgotten
Surely the beginning of someone else’s inspiration
-Of course, in the middle of their new found saga
  
     And by that, I shall be content.
Carlo C Gomez Aug 2020
The homesick frost
in your voice

A reminder to those
days of ice

Lavender sun
against crisp cloudless skies

Skating about the pond
until the numbing end of daylight

Then always inside
to find residing warmth

Catching your unclothed
silhouette

Glowing
beside the fire

Sitting indelicately
roasting marshmallows

Waiting so
pressingly

Glowing
waiting

For familiar kisses
to dwell upon you
Skye Mar 2020
i am
words
dripped in honey,
a golden sheen
across
my body,
coursing through
my veins
in luxury.
i am
an interlude;
the space
between your fingers
were not made
to contain me.
a 5-part series of a style i'm exploring.
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