(Sitting in damp soil, graciously
I stare into darkened welkin. She has Temporarily accepting my pain Into her understanding billows) Unworried For I’ve held ground before I can’t utter a sound My words Have abandoned vocal cords And seeking refuge within right hand. Oh Madam of Un-wilting moon flower I’m weary of drowning pain Within fire water’s ocean; Tired of relying on numbing ecstasy. It accomplishes nothing But helping forget internal bleeding From a heart without love #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odrstoMadamDiva
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Day
Is walking Away, leaving trace Fingerprints on lingering clouds. I thought of your grace The entirety of light; Continuing while Night Embraces moon’s glowing silhouette. Their love unending; Cherishing Every waking moment together, What a marvelous reminder To never take love for granted. A lesson I know far too well; Rest well Madam of sleeping pink roses, i Will pour more posies Into the vastness of darkness #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva You’re safe
Every every rising light Within the walls of my embrace Waking Facing your silken skin Placing gentle kisses on forehead; Awaiting to hear Of where you ventured During yesternight’s reverie. (I love When your voice graces my lobes Sharing your inner most workings) Affection lives Within every cells of my being; Every nucleus enclosed membrane Hungers to give you love #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva I wish to be your comfort;
Running water Gliding over your silken skin Come hither Let me bestow what’s kept within What’s been flowering Underneath moon’s illumination. This field of pink lilac and lavender Has swelled into a tropical oasis Canopy overtaking skyline Wine flowing from water falling Gathering in still lake below; Surrounded with fruit Both treed and bushed This place dwells past understanding And it surrenders To your breath only #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva Some instances I am billows
Others I am sand Today I am coral Stationary Silently collecting Mossed memories As thunder yawns above. I wont leave trails For later discovery; Questions For cosmic conversation. I Won’t be back for this place Forward I step Where moon and sun Merge as one Painting strings of pink love Throughout lovely welkin This wall will fall And I will stand smiling before it #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva I watch
As remnant rain trickles Down branches Careful Not to tarnish flames below Blazing love That’s burned for years Warm memories of soft laughter Decorated with accidental snorting Nothing fancy But so meaningful Because it was honest; Nothing held back. This unmistaken happiness Is something I will never forget #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva When the welkin layers itself
With billows of consistent grey paint The heavens themselves prepare To sing of your perfection Radiance Ready to pour Liquid heart and soul Into fingers of empty soil Relentlessly howling your name With thunderous sayings Of shameless affection Never muffled, Respecting the winds But boldly dominating their sounds With dripping honey. I enjoy From evening’s star The graceful entity you are #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva |
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