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. *Nascent love blossomed           hidden amongst           the lazy river's           moonlit summer vines                              as we swam blissfully,           stark naked as we are,           drowning in a dulcet river’s spilled wine Burning rapture garnered somewhere in the starlit goosebumps shine sensual healing released like spindrift from every breaking wave; splashing impassioned ecstasy within passion suffused sighs           The cadence of our moon shadow's dance           reveled in the midnight reign                     enslaved by an insatiable           stardust rhapsody,           unshackled lovers set free,           entangled beneath the jealous stars*                                                          ­
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
Entanglement (sensual)
Looking for the answer I can see it clear as day Hidden behind words left unspoken Hoping jilted memories just fade away Cast my smoldering ashes hither Steal away with the gypsy wind Roll away life etched in stone Scatter silenced reverie far afield **“The hardest thing in life is letting go Of what you thought was real”** © wild is the wind
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
What you thought was real
feral as the untamed passion of the soul Unrestrained murmurs seep out into ether vastness pleas of an abandoned heart A howling silence bears a merciless ache   heedless to the rampant storm This silent reverie -- but muted amends. For in shameless longing, the furor a deserted heart, thrums onward, unrequited, wafting in the wind song’s serendipity Wild as the winged wanton breeze   Oh chilling winter winds of change ! Come lay me down ; as if I were the windblown golden fields of summer down to the ground … down to the ground                                                        cast aside some unnoticed countryside Smugly indifferent, restless to rise up untouched, where seeds  of  wild hope once thrived defy gravity in the wind swept  aftermath a thwarted sweet surrender © wild is the wind
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
Surviving the storm
. *The tender Willow leaves whoosh softly                               with the fickle cherry blossom breeze Painting the colour                               these inevitable days ,                               the fragrant scent                                                       o­f springtide No longer holding back                               the dreams from deep in a heart                                                                w­axing gibbous , the unopined moon                               rose up over an unwritten poem painting hues with words                               shaping the shadows of its song                               into a musically dappled tableau stroked by the tickle of poignant whispers                               waft from the veritable roguish winter nadir                                               ― a latent and longing heart          ― beneath                               a sky full of stars*                                                         ­                                        ✩ ✩ ☼ ✩ ✩                                                      wild is the wind
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
Painting the colour these inevitable days
. *The tender Willow leaves whoosh softly                               with the fickle cherry blossom breeze Painting the colour                               these inevitable days ,                               the fragrant scent                                                       o­f springtide No longer holding back                               the dreams from deep in a heart                                                                w­axing gibbous , the unopined moon                               rose up over an unwritten poem painting hues with words                               shaping the shadows of its song                               into a musically dappled tableau stroked by the tickle of poignant whispers                               waft from the veritable roguish winter nadir                                               ― a latent and longing heart          ― beneath                               a sky full of stars*                                                         ­                                        ✩ ✩ ☼ ✩ ✩                                                      wild is the wind
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Cottonwood flurries gently lilt like the impending summer's dandelion wishes, before lightly descending wistfully under the weightiness of the morning coastal mist The nearness of the blanketing stillness is now so much closer than the sky I can see clearly now where all my shadows once dwelled So nigh, this echoing silence at hand, it firmly grasps a weighing loneliness left drowning in the waning grandeur of fading dreams The poignant pang of the dawning of the day; nature’s soul stirring silent manipulation A conscious moment, always rousing the potential to evolve into a beautiful thing                                .                                                                   © April 2016
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
so much closer than the sky
. *The sensual caress           twilight mist impearled flesh           alighting a feral desire           within blossoming spring petals The newness of uncovered skin           a sweetness on unsated lips ,           the taste of passion and salty *******           with hastened breath           sighs do brush with warm ****** breeze                                  across my naked chest           wild feathers sweeten           tender touch                                 ... emanating           sensual awakenings Arousing buried desires           unable to hold back           constant cravings           the inevitable currents           pummeling shameless floodgates with arising untamed springtides swell Fleshly enslaved yen --   energy sprouts tingling sensations           nascent buds blossoming deeply           flourishing exploding flames             bursting flush                                        ... deliciously white hot In an unstoppable carnal moment           passion betides           like the surging sea ; Rising and falling crescendos           unleashed waves crashing ,           drowning in the rhythmic undertow           interlaced bodies heaving adrift in the moment            like entangled seaweeds                                             in a riptide          as the rolling thunder storm           dances across invigorated tides          with a surging cadence of cresting waves bloom          caught in the Rhythm and the Sea*                            ✩ ✩ ☼ ✩ ✩
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
The Rhythm and the Sea ...(sensual)
. *The sensual caress           twilight mist impearled flesh           alighting a feral desire           within blossoming spring petals The newness of uncovered skin           a sweetness on unsated lips ,           the taste of passion and salty *******           with hastened breath           sighs do brush with warm ****** breeze                                  across my naked chest           wild feathers sweeten           tender touch                                 ... emanating           sensual awakenings Arousing buried desires           unable to hold back           constant cravings           the inevitable currents           pummeling shameless floodgates with arising untamed springtides swell Fleshly enslaved yen --   energy sprouts tingling sensations           nascent buds blossoming deeply           flourishing exploding flames             bursting flush                                        ... deliciously white hot In an unstoppable carnal moment           passion betides           like the surging sea ; Rising and falling crescendos           unleashed waves crashing ,           drowning in the rhythmic undertow           interlaced bodies heaving adrift in the moment            like entangled seaweeds                                             in a riptide          as the rolling thunder storm           dances across invigorated tides          with a surging cadence of cresting waves bloom          caught in the Rhythm and the Sea*                            ✩ ✩ ☼ ✩ ✩
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We danced to the river’s song every summer’s moonlight           drawn together by impassioned currents stir Lovers swimming in dulcet waters cleansing flow           washing the sweltering day’s memories away           to paint on the moment, beneath a sky full of  stars Cinnamon summer hues glistening colour           moonbeams ricochet off goose-bumped flesh Trembling warmth rippling through shivering passion           arousing all our secret places,           pulsing wildly, with a feral potion           racing through our veins Tasting summer love’s awakening appetite           blissfully sharing what was ours forevermore to keep Twilight colored your eyes           with the songs we never knew Crickets chirrup to a cadence           only raging hearts beat to           sating a restless ache, sweet nights of summer bliss Quenching a budding common thirst,           whispering in blissful harmony           only revealed in the cattails' purr along river's edge,           swaying with a rhythmic summer breeze We went down to the river every summer night,           making  love with stardust in our eyes;           set free like shooting stars,           setting fire to the heat of the night                                                  wild is the wind
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
Twilight colored your eyes with the songs we never knew
We danced to the river’s song every summer’s moonlight           drawn together by impassioned currents stir Lovers swimming in dulcet waters cleansing flow           washing the sweltering day’s memories away           to paint on the moment, beneath a sky full of  stars Cinnamon summer hues glistening colour           moonbeams ricochet off goose-bumped flesh Trembling warmth rippling through shivering passion           arousing all our secret places,           pulsing wildly, with a feral potion           racing through our veins Tasting summer love’s awakening appetite           blissfully sharing what was ours forevermore to keep Twilight colored your eyes           with the songs we never knew Crickets chirrup to a cadence           only raging hearts beat to           sating a restless ache, sweet nights of summer bliss Quenching a budding common thirst,           whispering in blissful harmony           only revealed in the cattails' purr along river's edge,           swaying with a rhythmic summer breeze We went down to the river every summer night,           making  love with stardust in our eyes;           set free like shooting stars,           setting fire to the heat of the night                                                  wild is the wind
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although we may not physically reach out and feel , hand to hand , across far distant dimensions - - Poetry is touching souls
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Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
touching souls
Moonflower petals secreted nectar                           the lovely sublimity of blossoming flower Tall, thin~stemmed ,  pastel flesh~ bud to open           only after nightfall An elicit echo                                 the way moonlight reflects on warm raindrop impearled ******* Her moist curvaceous silhouette   night~blooming lilt with summer breeze dulcet sway Window open ,                               sultry , and raining in             single delicate petal cast off   like a party dress fallen in a beautiful mess upon the rain puddled wooden floor Entrancing shadow cast               a pleasing taste             the flower’s exotic fruit Satiate the hidden hunger         mirrored within                  all – devouring             deep brown eyes  Writhed in the beautiful                 passion throes               the naked sweetness               of the wanton agony exposed ✩ ✩☺ ✩ ✩
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
Moonflower ... the lovely sublimity of blossoming flower (sensual)
. *Come swim within this restless silence the raging river deep within beckons the cadences we hear are the heart's untamed waters overflowing , eroding this heart's shorelines , leaving the thrummed edges wild prevailing currents swelling , no longer able to be contained within the soul’s boundless margins impatiently lost and lovely , faithfully dangerous    I’ll be your ocean and you my sky-- feel the calming tide flood in around us ?    I've been swimming in circles , treading water in an eddy of revolving reverie waiting for the world to turn ; fighting to release the swirling currents meandering through the shadowed places  so deep within how does it feel to be the sky that bestows ocean's light ? how does it feel to be constantly on my mind ? ... what a beautiful piece of heartache* ✩ ✩☺ ✩ ✩  ... ©
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
A beautiful piece of heartache
*though weary be this shapeless loneliness, knowingly held in love and light, doth casts in stone the shape of hope where there once was naught*
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Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
where once was naught
. *she stood barefooted and feeling so beautiful staring out the frosty daybreak window            visible breath , enslaved by a kiss , a clouded waft exhaled between chapped lips ,   as smeared tracks of dripping freshwater pearls slide down the little pane glass              the downward trickles              stirring tingling goose bumps ,              pushing out              blossoming              fighting gravity ,                  as the chilled air spills              upon              sleepy toes              and naked smiles                           enigmatic eyes              penetrate through              the beclouding              sighs released              passion wanes gently with night’s fleeting shadows , the sandman still lingering ,   yet gazing shamelessly at intimate breaths visible rouse          starry eyes recycling blind hope like the lightly arising steam ;                     the glistening              frost heave’s sparkle              just outside the window ,              where the dawning light              a single morning sunbeam ,              enkindles a renewed shine                          aglow                             tantalizing              untamed diamonds              burgeon like splendor              faceted dreams* ...                          Wild is the Wind
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
traces on the frosty daybreak window
. *she stood barefooted and feeling so beautiful staring out the frosty daybreak window            visible breath , enslaved by a kiss , a clouded waft exhaled between chapped lips ,   as smeared tracks of dripping freshwater pearls slide down the little pane glass              the downward trickles              stirring tingling goose bumps ,              pushing out              blossoming              fighting gravity ,                  as the chilled air spills              upon              sleepy toes              and naked smiles                           enigmatic eyes              penetrate through              the beclouding              sighs released              passion wanes gently with night’s fleeting shadows , the sandman still lingering ,   yet gazing shamelessly at intimate breaths visible rouse          starry eyes recycling blind hope like the lightly arising steam ;                     the glistening              frost heave’s sparkle              just outside the window ,              where the dawning light              a single morning sunbeam ,              enkindles a renewed shine                          aglow                             tantalizing              untamed diamonds              burgeon like splendor              faceted dreams* ...                          Wild is the Wind
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*The sky is falling                        with the New Moon’s rising tide                        Amorous emotions are flailing                        with rhapsody’s flooding desires A fleshy sigh exhaled the hot breath of carnal tensions; the heat of a lightheaded fever, arouses flushing skin, igniting a yearning to savor the bouquet of love’s sensual coquettish dreams                        Inraptured teases and tantalizes                        anticipation’s lucid sensations                        So close and yet so far away ,                        as if a moonstruck hypnotic delight                        were at the tip of fingers touch ,                        from arm’s length away Savoring the input from all the heightened senses Overwhelmed by a feeling like being wrapped in a dream , choosing not to listen to sanities' useless reality                        Willingly surrendering to the dream - - -                        to the verve of blissful mercy                        Only while waking up,                        embracing the thoughts                        of passionate release,                        do I feel the poignant pang                        of my heart's song longing to fade into you …                         "dance me to the end of love"* wilder
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
Waiting to Awaken In a Dream ...(sensual)
*The sky is falling                        with the New Moon’s rising tide                        Amorous emotions are flailing                        with rhapsody’s flooding desires A fleshy sigh exhaled the hot breath of carnal tensions; the heat of a lightheaded fever, arouses flushing skin, igniting a yearning to savor the bouquet of love’s sensual coquettish dreams                        Inraptured teases and tantalizes                        anticipation’s lucid sensations                        So close and yet so far away ,                        as if a moonstruck hypnotic delight                        were at the tip of fingers touch ,                        from arm’s length away Savoring the input from all the heightened senses Overwhelmed by a feeling like being wrapped in a dream , choosing not to listen to sanities' useless reality                        Willingly surrendering to the dream - - -                        to the verve of blissful mercy                        Only while waking up,                        embracing the thoughts                        of passionate release,                        do I feel the poignant pang                        of my heart's song longing to fade into you …                         "dance me to the end of love"* wilder
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silence is a telling voice gentle hearts do hear    with hush of bated breath, as season’s end, inner tides grow low longing eyes whisper in wordless tears the passing of love grown cold                                     raindrops taste like wistful tears, without the ache when your sky comes falling down ...                                                                                                      wild is the wind
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Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
when you’re sky comes falling down
Looking for a silver lining                every time                           it turns out wrong Weighing reasons to believe                looking for an                           un-lost heart to behold Seeking a golden skeleton key                that unlocks                           the secret garden’s                                  velvet gate Feeling the deep ache                 of cold and lonely                            on a golden autumn morn Walk along the garden pathway                follow me down                            the wooded pensive trail See the reflection in the wishing well                 looking wistfully back                             unbidden eyes' do tell Feeling never enough                like a pearl-less oyster’s                            empty shell Tripped and fell another dawning                trying to come in                            out of the storm The only silver lining                betides the moment,                                                          ***sipping words                             of hopeful waters                from your well ...*** wild is the wind
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Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
Sipping words of hopeful waters from your Well
Looking for a silver lining                every time                           it turns out wrong Weighing reasons to believe                looking for an                           un-lost heart to behold Seeking a golden skeleton key                that unlocks                           the secret garden’s                                  velvet gate Feeling the deep ache                 of cold and lonely                            on a golden autumn morn Walk along the garden pathway                follow me down                            the wooded pensive trail See the reflection in the wishing well                 looking wistfully back                             unbidden eyes' do tell Feeling never enough                like a pearl-less oyster’s                            empty shell Tripped and fell another dawning                trying to come in                            out of the storm The only silver lining                betides the moment,                                                          ***sipping words                             of hopeful waters                from your well ...*** wild is the wind
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Wizards, witches, and warlocks Charge nurses really, Isn't that ionic And yes I really do think Much more intelligentsia than wet nurses But everything has a time and place Expressionless Gene Wilder And warlords destroy beauty and intelligentsia chasing a lost or stolen dream
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
Ivory Towers