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Kikodinho Edward Alexandros Jul 2018
WOODS HAVE EYES
In days dead and burried in time,
In a very far away enchanted clime,
In the mighty kingdom of Nineva
Where there fairly shone forever,

There once was a strange lonely wood
That ever in fairest robes of green stood
By the edge of a fair shoreline of pearl,
Whose mystery none may tell nor unfurl.

For akin to the most effulgent yonder star
That forevermore scintillates from afar
In a splendiferous novelty golden cluster,
So thrice scintillated the gem's luster.

And 'tis for this that as we all truly know,
All mortals, I say, all mortals  of long ago
Gravitated from corners of distant lands
On the quest for riches by those strands.

Once, sweltering was the noontide
When upon a violent lonely rolling tide
A bunch of desperate pirates were seen
Nearing that wood of emerald sheen.

In a while, they'd gathered all they could,
Leaving not a single gem in the wood.
Alas! A wind murmured upon the skies
In faint whispers: "Woods have eyes"

So muttered all birds - all birds of the air,
All creatures in caverns desolate yet fair,
All leaves upon strange shadowy trees,
And all - all creatures of wild lonely seas.

But, despite the looming dark omen,
Swifter than plummeting drops of rain,
So hastily dashed every single pirate
Blindingly minding not about their fate.

They raised their silvery sails to take sail
But hark! All this - all this was to no avail;
For upon the skies no wind was seen
To render them across so wide a sea.

In a jiffy, louder than birds of the skies
All gems whispered, "Woods have eyes."
From that moment on, all lost their sight,
Doomed never to behold the sun's light.

And now, upon those murky restless seas
They dost weep but no plea can please,
For they were doomed to rove evermore
In search of their long forgotten shore.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Kampala, Uganda. 29th.July.2018.
#Tales of Nineva #fantasy #adventure

Nineva is a magical kingdom in Kiko's legendarium - A miscellany of tales of mystery and maccabre like you've never heard of. Tales like, "The Dwarf Of Nineva, The Nectar Stream, Jazabel The Witch, The Novelty Tea ***, The Witch's Cauldron, The Enchanted Gold, The Mystery Of Lenore, among so many others.

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Brian Oarr Feb 2012
Millions for Defense
The fundamental phenomena in nature are symmetrical
with respect to interchange of past and future.* --- Richard Feynman

                 Millions for Defense

In the Cabinet room of Monticello, clutching Decatur's letter,
the President removes his wire-rimmed glasses ---
Frigate Philadelphia has been burned.
Decanting a bourbon, he pours and quaffs.
Outside in the piazza the cicadas' din is unbroken.
The Pasha of Tripoli has his tribute!
In three short hours warm rays of sunlight
will greet the outstretched arms of Earth,
but for now the bourbon scintillates.
Ink splatters on the blotter,
as he pounds a clenched fist upon the desk.
Not one cent!, he pronounces to the wall-clock.
Cicadas hold sway in the Charlottsville night,
but on the Barbary Coast a fire is raging.
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marshmallow Feb 2015
Flamboyant Sadness
Stars scintillates in the sky
in this somnolent night
while i muse upon my plight
with bated breath, i sigh

There's no sign of gaiety
only a flamboyant sadness
in a state of anxiety
that's difficult to suppress

My eyes becomes misty
with tears that fall like rain
Trying hard to refuse self pity
in order to cope up with this pain

I can no longer paint a smile
and my eyes fails to shine
My heart cease to throb for a while
'cos you're now no longer mine

Tears dripping from my eyes
Swelled with too much bitterness
Here, my tormented heart lies
As i wandered in gaping loneliness..
#sadness
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Fay Slimm Nov 2016
Think Satin.
THINK SATIN, not silk and make it sheer black.

RUN IT slowly through sensitive finger-tip skin.
Black satin shimmers.
FEEL IT creamily smooth like alchemized liquid.
Black satin scintillates.
HOLD IT cool against lips and breathe slowly in.
Black satin stimulates.
TRY IT sensuously folded for more sinuous cling.
Black satin slithers.
WEAR IT bravely, accentuate bedtime's nakedity.
Black satin satiates.

THINK SATIN, not silk and make it sheer black.
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Lazhar Bouazzi Jan 2018
Celebration
What is it that he celebrates today,
The oncoming of the frost or the passing of time?

Beneath his feet the water
Scintillates with a flame liquid -
Silver -
A transmutation of fire
Fuelled by the tears of his mother,
In whose waves he sailed to Sicily.

Bayreuth, Germany, looked like a frozen Sahara
With the local colors, and a pale-blue train
He had taken in Rome, at the "Stazione Termini.”

She: her body was carved in Napoli
He: his hair was planted in Carthage,
But both sought another knowledge
In Tübingen or perhaps in Konstanz.

She said, “I would sail from here to there,
Like you did from where you were,

But I would lose the rattle of your absence,
And that would be what makes all the difference”!
© LazharBouazzi, January 27, 2018
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Maxwell Mirabile Oct 2013
On the heels of a smile
Your mid-lip drops,
the ends slide, raise,
revealing
an off-white bridgework
only seen
when on the heels of a smile.

Your curtains fall
embracing upper cheek with
innocent, open arms,
wrapping
themselves in the wrinkles
from times before,
when on the heels of a smile.

Your hazel aroma
scintillates through
a squinted discovery
seizing
a moment of divine pleasure,
when on the heels of a smile.

When on the heels of a smile
a broken, off-balance
appearance, binds metrical
pieces with a brush stroke,
creating a single wrinkle.
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Emily Dickinson
How know it from a Summer’s Day?
1364

How know it from a Summer’s Day?
Its Fervors are as firm—
And nothing in the Countenance
But scintillates the same—
Yet Birds examine it and flee—
And Vans without a name
Inspect the Admonition
And sunder as they came—
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Daniel Ospina Apr 2016
The Rain Knows Better
Some take cover from the rain,
But I know better.
I let it cleanse my
Grime-encrusted skin,
Layers upon layers of sin.  
I’ve tried to occult my faults,
But the rain knows better,
For it penetrates my guise with
Surprising ease, disarming me.
Bare skin exposed and I quiver
As eyes examine every sliver
Of who I am.
Soaked body with nature’s balm
Glistens when a ray of sunlight
Splits the gray clouds, as if
Assuring me redemption.
Some retreat when gray clouds approach,
But I know better.
My character, tempest-tossed,
Scintillates when the sun comes out.
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Austine May 2014
orb of the night
did you see her last night?
she was beautiful,
magnificent and elegant
she was surrounded by diamonds
that were overcasted by her luminescence
she was the mixture of gold and gray
and i swear you will never see
anyone else rock those hues better than her
she stood idly in a sea of dark clouds
but still, she shone brightly
with the smile like that
of the yet unbroken,
she looked at me -
her eyes concealing the screaming
but hushed words
i wanted to tell her she’s beautiful
but i didn’t
i wanted to look at her
straight in the eyes that had seen my soul,
but i didn’t
i wanted to hang on to her
and feel her breathe,
but i didn’t
i wanted to hold her in my arms
and keep her there for awhile
but i didn’t
i didn’t because
he who embraces the red and the yellow
will pull us apart somehow or another
i didn’t because
i wanted to have something
that won’t fall apart and
leave as the light scintillates the nightsky
but she knew  i was struggling
to keep myself away from her
i’m still struggling
but here i stay
because i know i’ll see her again
my saving grace
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Marshal Gebbie Apr 2010
Born to Quest
It’s paramount the notion
That men are born to grow,
Extend their creativity,
Expand the very best they know.
Explore the realm unseen before
Beyond their very reach,
Inflate the mind’s potential
To absorb and grasp and preach.
To plunder flair unrealized
Extend skills unperceived,
To craft a very masterpiece
Of magnificence, unbelieved.
To raise the spire of excellence
To sculpt a work of art,
Compose a peice which scintillates
And moves the very heart.
To reach beyond the mortal
And let the spirit free
To pen a Michelangelo
And have God sit with me.


Marshalg
@the Coalface
Victoria Park Tunnel
30 April 2010
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Crimsyy Feb 2017
Trīgintā Novem
Nicotine



I cannot ignore

how loudly love knocks

whilst you and I exchange

meaningful eye locks.

You are my Lucida,

my brightest star,

though I never intended

for you

to take so much space

in my heart;

I cannot tell where

your fervency ends

and my love starts.

You are an iota of heartache,

mixed with a hint of nicotine

and sprinkled with flaws,

reminding me broken beings

should be healed with love

not bandaids or empty promises

(though they're the same).

My darling, sublimity scintillates 

in your eyes and

I cannot explain in a rhyme

the many ways you make me feel sublime.



A/N: Hey guys! An update after a long time!! I know this is not the order that the poems go, but I felt inspired to write about *this person and so I thought why not? If you'd like to, comment some feedback, thoughts, and / or questions  (:
#love #poem #thoughts #rhyme #new #him #mine #sublime #scintilla
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linda barrett Aug 2013
seven caesers and a time for love
Seven Caesars

A haven in Bensalem
To come in from the storm
The Banquet Hall from Heaven
A zesty place to keep warm
Seven gilded statues wearing breastplates
All seven with spears and raised golden fingers
Its lavish atmosphere scintillates
The overall effect still lingers
Long after the garlic aftertaste
Has departed from your tongue
Sumptuous food will never waste
The ambience is always fun
Pizzaro had his City of Gold
Ponce De Leon had his Fountain of Youth
But we’ve found our treasure hold
Ride Route One North for the proof

@1995, 2006 Linda Barrett















A Time for Love
@2013 Linda Barrett

Two lovers
On Society’s opposite sides
Meet together:
One upholding its
Age Limit laws
Preventing citizens from living
Past their expiration dates
The other
seeks the Spirit world
for answers
Outside of Society’s rules
Both unite as a single unit
Run from the Eye
Which sees them both
Seer and Reaper
Two individuals divided
Against One Society
Add love to the formula
Now what is the product?
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Heavy Hearted Mar 3
The Valley River (the morning light)
The babble of the valley Brooke
A rush- the flowing, liquid memory moving
Downstream.
Water; the stillness of
a puddle
A pond, the pooling-
scintillates & permeates.
A gentel lapping
against the creekside,
A skip-stone-scape beneath the wetness
Augments the heavy water
As nature's soundtrack.
The valley walls
#river #shortwrite #freeverse
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Anais Vionet Jul 2022
the way of it
It’s thunderstorm country around here.
They roam the boiling, hot, southern skies
on legs of lightning, like dark, angry trolls.

My Chinese roommate is impressed with them
because as menacing and mountainous and electrical
as they seem, through the trees whip and the rain
lashes - like special effects - no real damage is done.

Love is like that, a circus briefly coming to town,
that scintillates, palpitates, irritates or validates
- a carney-call with the urgency of a sale.
“Run away and join the show,” it whispers.

Love is both less than it seems and more than it is.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: validate: to “recognize, establish, legitimacy
#thunderstorms #love #teens #thoughts
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Lou Vaughn Aug 2020
Incarnation Aspiration
I wish I were as powerful and beautiful and mysterious as a storm.
I want to be the biting sting and soothing saturation in every drop of rain.
I want to exist as the current of electromagnetism that surges and scintillates through every bolt of lightning.
I want to be as elusive and unpredictable as the unsettled wind.
I want there to be no doubt I AM here, no doubt I WAS here, and absolute uncertainty of my return.
#incarnation #aspiration #storm #rain #lightning #wind
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Margaret Ann Waddicor Dec 2015
Slabbery sentiments
Snowy sentiments silted up
the soft sediment of my senses,
sifting silently my dreams
of sensitive seduction,
solely to send my thoughts to shores
with coloured sands and stunning steep sights
with sweeps of sea, that swell so high
the sun scintillates the surface spray
shimmering and shining,
spreading over the horizon,
as the soughing of the wind swings seagulls,
swooping serenely southwards,
past the slabbery seashells
and slap-happy waves that swish up the beach,
soporifically smudging seaweeds
against the sleeping surface
of the smooth glacial rocks,  
spattering silky foam in spots
of saffron-tinted shapes, over their structures,
surreptitiously sinking into the saline cracks.

Margaret Ann Waddicor February 2013.
Tried to do it all in s's!
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nin-esque Nov 2013
November 28, 2012
The iced night kissed the closed window with frost.
There you lay fitting against me like a puzzle piece
As the tangerine fire scintillates in front of our bodies
Leaving shadows of paintings on your skin.
An ocean is flowing through your hand as you trace
The stardust freckles sprinkled upon my face.
Poems of ardent passion are being exhaled from your
Lungs. The moon is playing Al Bowlly’s tunes of 1930 love.
Can you hear? I want nothing more than for you to
Consume me whole right this moment. You quench my
Thirsty body in your red wine kisses. I am wholly yours
In a way I will never be anyone else’s. Feed my soul
Your impassioned heart and dig your teeth into mine.
For my heart is yours, Love. Our cardiac muscles are
Beating in sync with each other. We are one. Molded
Into your skin, and you in mine, our souls meet on
The border of our physical life and the realm of the next.
Euphoria and love is seeping through our bodies making
Our somatosensory system heightened to extents
Of ******* happiness. Your eyes kiss into mine words
of I love you. This is where we belong. You found me.
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autumn Dec 2022
Untitled
The sound of Christian’s voice stirs me, awake
the vision of undulating ridges—verdant—
as my head falls, slowly, the window of the van
a glimpse of light through the rock on water
My coup de foudre. Southern France
with winding roads and biking hills
Take me to where the Ardèche flows.
Goodbye to the sweater shed from shoulder.
Lunch eaten fresh in October by the river.
Comté and baguette spread on our blanket.
We are off to Nîmes
Where butterflies are chased, beneath the bridge
the water rushes below me.
Delicate steps.

In Arles, the Rhône
where I can dream.
A quiet stream only for me
and those whose memory swims on
behind the easel—
natural and wild—so near—
masked by morning mist
that brushes, alters, clouds Vincent’s canvas
to a “foggy day over the Rhône,” we should say
and an old painting feels like home under
the stars. Am I free?
River scintillates in the dark of night
where I sit. The reflection is of me.
12/7/2022
For my course in environmental literature.
#nature #environment #naturepoetry #environmental
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Mem Tanhueco Apr 2017
Dandelions
Suddenly it's pitching deep down
Burying beneath the callous hide
Like a virus of needles, feeble yet fast
Crawling in and out the blank eyes
Contagious, spreading and tearing
The skin that withers, bones that rust
And out dawns a disease
A lone, blooming flower amidst
Mountainous piles of rotting carnage
With it rises the grieving crimson sun
Petals and leaves in a sea of cadavers
So it grows, and roots try to reach
The far edges of the horizon

From a frivolous seedling of sickness
Now scintillates the devoid plain
It starts drawing euphoric breaths
Out of the breeze of reeking pain
The sky pulls from it a tall willow like
Standing spirited in all the awe
But it's blindness, and its blindness
Brought it ingrained to feigned soil
Bearing fruits of sordid star clusters
Bound digging for a purposeless toil
As it tries to grasp firm the fleshy dirt
It's as if a swift accretion of dust
Blown away by a quiescent zephyr

Now it see its own doubtful existence
The stench is repulsing from within
Fake are its scions of luminescence
For not the carcasses are that fester
But its own visage where putrid blood
Flows and that waters the posy earth
So it asks and draws its own surmise
From buzzing hordes of flies infesting
The dying land like butterflies
Is it healing that it truly brings
As answers wreak from the blithe lies
Maggots surge from wilted blossoms
It knows, it’s healing that it brings
#flower
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South by Southwest Sep 2019
The Dance
Remember those moments of agony
Before the age of puberty
When you fumbled
confounded in surety

When you said those stupid things
that you never meant to say
And to this day it still stings

Remember the friends
you said goodbye to
before you could say  hello and how are you

My how the miles separate
The horizon just titillates
Never touching earth
while the sky scintillates

I picture the high school gym at the homecoming dance you see
Sitting on the pullout bleachers . . . no one danced with me
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Breon Jan 2019
april showers (sonnet)
A florist’s dream swept through before the sun
Peeked up past the horizon, burning bright:
An April shower scouring the night,
A soft cascade of blessings set to run
Down windowpanes and eaves, down ruddy dun
Of brick and craggy stone alike. The sight
Of sunrise sets the dewy world alight,
Each blossom scintillates, an all-in-one -
In gazing into crystal *****, one sees
A multitude, a myriad of hopes,
A million shrouded possibilities,
The fascination of each half-dreamed thing,
But in the dawn, my rooftop’s rain-slick slopes,
I see the blooms of May begin to spring.
#sonnet #shakespearean #english #rain #morning
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Onoma Nov 2018
There Is But One
There is but one...

you've never met.

completely you, without

advance.

that appointed Witness,

sworn to these bodies...

which will bring them

together.

We are the loves of all

these lives...the fount-lip of

a balcony held up to undress

us essentially.

as we pour down what no

mouth could drink, nor

heart horde.

upraising scintillates of

stillborn moons.

sunning their straying

faces.

(((clearly))).

all that mind, all that heart...

twice-ways as sun and moon

freeing ***.

this

~~~Flowering Crux~~~

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Onoma Feb 6
Green Study Lamp
a green study lamp--

the size of a defunct,

underground playhouse.

pulls its chain--

(scintillates of dimes

ferried upward).

opens the

coloriage of curtains with

bags under their eyes.

A Forest relieves the backdrop

of a forest...as leathery tree stumps

twist.
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Travis Green Sep 2021
Poetic Gold Soul
With all the gayness that scintillates
Inside my creative constellation
Unexampled phraseology
Radiant alliteration and rhymes
Sugary syllables and similes
Undreamed of lyrical poetry
That creates matchless magic
And exceeding exhilaration
I am an invaluable beauty

It doesn’t matter what others
think of me, when I know
The titanic talent I possess
When I can endlessly impress
Myself with the boatload of poetry
I produce in its lucidest structure
The countless amounts of inspirational
Quotes I share on social media
To drive pioneering people
To continue to pursue their dreams
To know wherever I go, I will forever
Be named the poetic gold soul
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Travis Green Mar 2023
The Freakiest Flaming Fantasies
I wanna take magical man-sized meat
***** deep in my sinfully delicious pit
Make him bewitched and trippy
Make him sweat ****** heart-stopping hotness
Make him drip saliva and smile

Check out his luminescent chestnut eyes
How they peruse my smooth, voluptuous beauty
How they caress and undress my homosexualness
He sends me in transports of joy
He allures every part of me

I carry him in my core
I enjoy the notorious ginormous glory
Of his astonishing adroitness
He stands so ******* manly
Spreads his long marvelous legs

He flexes his masterful mind-blowing muscles
Clasps my fantastically staggering milk bags
I water at the mouth while he murders my throat
He turns me on the more
I **** on his king kong *******

I can’t keep my hands off his laudable unconquerable body
He is my prepossessing treasure chest
To set my eyes on and delve into
I love how his powerful puffed-out pecs shine
How his flawless hard-bodied abs draw me deeper
Into his dreamy defined delectableness

I rub his raw rigid rear end
Let my fingers tantalize his tight, crash-hot slot
Hit the spot to his heart
Make his fingers cling to my tender, tingling blinkers
Take control of his irreproachable robust lusciousness

Feed off his top-notch faultless sauciness
Taste him for days on end
Feel his dramatic masculine force
Take in his macho scent
Let his heavy, aggressive sausage
Run against the roof of my mouth

****** it with my tongue
Make his head spin
Make him soar higher into euphoria
Cause his moans to compound
Listen to his ****** vocal expressions

Revel in the resounding sound effects
Make him intoxicated
Fire the imagination of his creation
Make his head tilt back
While ****** language seeps out of his mouth

He breathes hard
I give it to him so ******* good
Feel his wicked wet wood move down my throat
Swallow it whole, lick it slow and fast
Cause him to go crazy like a *******

Rule his gleaming gangsta grounds
Compose exclusively ****** poetry
All over his bold glowing wholeness
Spark his walls with my electric fingertips
Make his lean lissome legs shake

Put him in hyper-hot sizzling heat
Make his eyes roll backward
Be his delicious sweet muse
Let him confuse my mentality
While I enthuse his awesome almond astonishingness

Make him my prolific prodigious gift
To wrap my arm around
Etch my ardent artistic passion
Everywhere on his firm cherishable structure
Sink into the depths of his intellectual brilliance

Take him down like a brown brick building
Smoke his mind, body, and soul
Make him hard as ****
Hold him in dangerously spellbinding trances
While I entrance his nakedness

Call him my groovy juicy cruiser
Let my spit slither all over his mesmerizing manbush
Absorb and explore his philosophical thoughts
Picture the freakiest flaming fantasies
Of his action-packed, jaw-dropping masculineness in my system

He is my loveliest and sweetest inspiration
My extravagant canvas of tremendous enchantment
His straightness scintillates so sensationally in my space
I give him an utter ungovernable head rush
Make him gush his **** boy juice in my glossy hot box
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Travis Green Sep 2022
Upmarket Saucin Top G
Your slick and mystic style
Makes me hanker to slide
Into your grand and flamboyant dynasty
Rife with robust, powerful, and luscious delight
Fervently earthy, compelling, and majestic
Brutally exuberant handsomeness
Your dreamy authentic canvas is
Like a lucid literary work
Of attractive and turgid art

Your sublime and virile design is
Refined reverential seamlessness
Unmatched dazzling splash
My source of light
A beguiling blue-sky brightness
More than human
Upmarket saucin Top G
Sheathe me in your glorious force field
Electrocute my mind, body, and soul

Make me ache for your radiant engaging manliness
The way you smell like macho Versace cologne
Super-duper tattooed lover boy
You exude smooth and booming undauntedness
I want to hook up with your pulchritude
Mack with your rare immersing planets
Of swirling cherishable wonderment
Bask in your attention-grabbing glory
Enthrall my joyful core

Magnetic star attraction
Lurid transporting bad boy
You are a spectacular and valuable history
Thick with artistic and worthy hotness
With a heart-stopping baritone voice
Your charmingness comforts me
Your chest, a place of pure paradisiacal bliss
Your abs, an enrapturing masterpiece
Bursting with creative, sensual dreams

I sink into your steaminess
I venerate your entrancingness
Like the invigorating naked sun
That scintillates upon the vast, vibrant grassland
I take in the ingratiating detail-oriented features of your face
All-conquering ardent pecan brown eyes
Delish, come-to-bed lips
I paint your tall and vigorous frame in my mind
Melt at the sight of your strongly rock-hard
And imperishable firmament
Wander about in your labyrinth of flashy radical swag
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Travis Green Sep 2021
Agleam Dreams
I have felt you close to me in agleam dreams
Your skin, the sweetest silkiness that extremely
Clings to me like rich, sticky honey
Endless rhapsodies hemmed in your paradisaic dimension
Your swagger scintillates like a perfectly
Smooth and blue lake
You are an exhibition hall of eternal art
Your vibe is delightful as a fruit-bearing tree
As a white, wonderful flower
You are my rarely immaculate sapphire rising in power
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