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Lauren Leal Jun 2015
Walking out to the side of the ship
The wind cold and crisp
looking to see the Moon's reflected light
kissing the ebony sea's surface with caress
Like rolling bright white silk, looking soft to the touch
The edges looking like thousands of camera flashes
I look up to see millions of twinkling dots
of stars long gone, though the beauty remaining
I close my eyes, take a deep breath
And smile, grateful to see something so beautiful before my death.
One of the many views you can see from the middle of the ocean at night.
Mary Anne Norton Sep 2021
Night draws to a close
The moon kisses me
Goodnight
Peeking through the blinds
Ankita Gupta Apr 2019
Sunburnt skins and moonkissed hearts, Pouring rains and heel-clicking walks.

Rough edged pages and unplayed tracks,
Carved pumpkins and ever burning lamps.

Unkept hair and pretty sundress,
Cold meal and unheld hands.
Theresa Marie Apr 2016
ever feel so scraped off the earth
as if a surface was mopped clean in your absence
ever feel life was a mistake since birth
you bury your hands under blankets and sheets

high 70's the sun is shining
but im pessimistic moonkissed and turning pale
chest rising and falling in a fitted box
a resting coffin in fort Lauderdale

a maddening mood
meditating to a simpler tune
immune to absolute ammenitiy
we lost our minds searching for serenity
Tiny cracks that echo into chasms
Lining the great brass wall of my chest
Where once was darkness, now
Light like you have never seen
Sunburst, moonkissed, every shade of silver and gold
I am erupting into unknowns
I am splintering into beauty
It is a wondrous thing
They waltz heavenly within
Mango Moonkissed vines
Simply sublime
Their hems honey waves
To rose golden shores
And gaze at the exotic cherry blossoms
Of midnights candles stars
Intimate and afar

Dear love sigh to us more than roses
Mellow and sweet
as midnight sunflowers dream
For I am one in love
with fine wine women
and
The Vineyard stars

Reynaldo Casison
Clouds drifting
With Her Beautys Rain
Moonkissed mornings

Reynaldo Casison
I am in A Starry Van gogh garden
The garden, the vineyard garden
That is lovingly ours
Sweet with flamenco hems
and salsa croissants
The  Candle sighs soothing
the rose moon and sunflower petals
And our Love wears the Bouquet Moon
And Rare Cinema of your Beauty

You are my sweet darling friend
Because like me you are endearingly
Lazy as eggs and sweetly ambitous
As Evening summer rain
for all our flowers
in the blue and golden hours
And in some flower strewn plaza
A lady born of a sonata of love poems
Is doing a Salsa
to a Love sweet and supreme
Her beauty goes sweet
with the jazz
And fine wine
With every flamenco sway,
Moonkissed diamonds are shimmers
Within the waves and every kiss
A poem hymns, serenades
and blows for the honey
Of the breeze to caress your love
Nightingale heels to Exotic brow

You have no dress on
Only our Love to keep you warm
Through the romance
And seasons of the nights
Like bouquets of candles
and to keep your love Forever mine
with all things sublime

The Moon is luminously kissed
With the sweet rose serenades
Of our love, while it caresses
All the doves, diamonds, and petals

Upon The heavenly verandas
of eternal Summers
Fine melodies are sighing
Deep and loving as Midnights
The salsa fireflies waltzing
Like love sonnets
WithIn the Moonlit vineyard vines

Reynaldo Casison

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