…
we dance in bubbled skin, gossamer-grin shimmered
strong; twist all day long with clouds. spill loud.
we giggle, spring-drizzle our storm-bliss on hungry
tongues; spice sky with jars of whisper. kiss dawn.
we’re
(wanted)
haunted shadow-souls breathed
brilliant blue and echoing dream. streams. hope.
..
You might call this One With A Whole Lotta The Words, for dVerse Quadrille.
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Such a deep sigh of satisfaction over this, my love. You just painted my whole new world in a whole lotta new colors. Thank you for this.
You are definitely all moon, sista. Now, if only there were a poem about the sun in the middle of two moons … maybe both on his lap. 🙂
Ooh, maybe two suns, even.
‘spring-drizzle our storm-bliss’ – that just dances on my tongue. Love this, De!
I felt this Quadrille as a cool breath, De, and got gossamer-grin goose bumps!
we giggle, spring-drizzle our storm-bliss on hungry
tongues; spice sky with jars of whisper. kiss dawn.
THey certainly seem to be having things well under control. Wonderful take De!
Hank
Oh I do love the thought of such a burst of joy turning into happiness.
Bliss all around!
oh….fantastic….joyful…loved it..!
LOVING that last stanza! 🙂
AND the title 🙂
I still don’t know how you do this…
Love your title, and response De ~ Wow!
This is the kind of language my pal Marley Raine uses. I feel stupid because I can’t understand it, but I special because love it .
This is so vibrant and alive!
Hope is alive, De. 🙂