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I know that you love me.
I feel that you love me.
Your love encapsulates me and abounds.
Your love is here,
Exactly where you placed it.
With me.
For CBM of Dublin Sent with a thousand kisses 💋💋💋 you know where to put them.
She is
in the little,
endless hums
of the night,
they are
soft spoken
in the
wind by the
poet’s pen
in stroke of
the fabric of
pages with
written by
hums of the
deep sea
arms of
the cosmos
in a flower
in the eyes
of the one
who have
the dark
to cherish
the light,
in bloom,
she rises
from the
drifted by
the seas of
the moon
to the
she rests,
the tides
until the
sun is in
the earth
stars, the
sleep and
they too, are
Anais Vionet Feb 24
A governess, a guardian of the young, so known and dear as to be called “Mother” and a noblewoman, just barely 12 by age, named Portia, sit talking as the sun sets the stage for a cool, cloudless night.

“Mother, who invented candlelight and the slow, delicate brush of lips?”
“Some rakish boy, pawning his experience for present pleasure, no doubt.”
“Say true, Mother. If you were a man, would you find this common body worthy of love?”
“You show no blemish child, and display a certain bony voluptuousness - I should think.”
The governess begins to comb and braid Portia’s hair for sleep.
“I saw Portincio this morning, in the courtyard.”
“The boy from Padua?”
“He’s a man Mother, and his cast portents a passion so sweet - it shakes my very frame.”
Mother chuckles, “Even hopeless birds sing in cages.”
“I am not hopeless!” Portia writhes angrily, like a snake about to strike but mother calms her.
“Shoo, shoo, now,” Mother purrs, brushing all the more gently, “I meant nothing of it.” After a moment, she continues, “Love is more than coquetry, little one, and it soon passes - like a parade, or a rash. For now, be happy, you are like the chaste stars - unreachable.”
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Coquetry: “flirtatious acts”
Shofi Ahmed Jul 2022
Maybe some years gone by
raising the pyramid golden high.
The inbuilt deep sea of science and arts
in the making run in timeless time.
So why ponder spilling the beans
in one fine moment down the open sky?
The waves tickle the shore,
Kissing the earth, reminding her
That she is loved.

The sand lives between
The rocks, gently holding and
Keeping them safe.

The trees whisper
Sweet nothings, that ring the
Chimes in my old soul.

And the mountains hug what I cannot.

The sun brings life to the day, and
Comfort in the dusk...
When it melts into oranges, pinks & golds.

Beams of safety coat the ocean.
Golden light washes over me, and
Penetrates my body.

That is when I see you there,
Letting the light lift you;
Dissipate you.

Right now, we are 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 energy.

We are timeless in our golden hour.

I never want to leave this daze.
Let's stay in this golden way.

'Cause it's pretty cool,
That we can stop time,
𝘐𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵?

▪︎ mica light ▪︎
I S A A C Aug 2021
my Achilles heel that I feel too much, I deal with so much, the waves too rough

my realism steals my happiness at mimosa littered brunch, a shot just for fun

talking behind the mall in your car, tongues tied in the dark

intertwining my love like ivy, growing into your fruitful mind

driving through the busy streets to your private oasis

return to your arms, return to the basics
Frankie Gestone Jul 2021
Life is ravishing for those who dare to open it
And I am walking this path alone
No disturbances in the frequencies
Everyone, product of imagination
Reflections of an alternative self
This is my testimony I say to you
Don’t hear, but listen
Lift the veil, enter behind the curtains
The mist dances, revolves around the waterfall
Reflects us
Like you, me the water both flows in calmness and forces in destructive impacts
And on the other side is another dream
Not just a new chapter, but an entirely new book
A new entity like never seen, heard, or felt before
The mind opens its eyes and the heart follows suit
Dreams, life, reflection, reality, water, time, timeless, love, peace, understanding, enlightenment
Frankie Gestone Jul 2021
Dark Magic, you got the best of me
I just keep coming back effortlessly
For what it’s worth it got me temporarily
Bystander, the product of imagination
Jungle of animals calling into existence
To speak to me and you and show us true essence
Peak my mind beyond the limited sky
Ride the bridge through all time
Fly away, butterfly
Angel with wings
Temp me into your majesty, Oh Lord
Highways and freeways of many realms slide into my mind
Penetrate me
Blue diamond, green emerald
Color me inside out
Shoot me into timeless territory
Magic, dreams, timeless, life, love
Sindi May 2021
I took time to tick
The broken tock clock

I hung it up and sat down
Then I turned to look
In amazement at the tick tock clock

It ticked and tocked
When it stuck half past one
The morning was gone

And I realised
I touched nothing but the tick tock clock
© Sindi Kalumba
Two women in a timeless love
Two broken hearts coming undone
Once upon a time they were little girls
Now they're full grown
Learning a script they've always known
Rehearsing till dawn
Lines forever drawn
Two women in a timeless love
Roles recorded on their hearts
Two healing hearts performing as one
timeless love
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