I could smell your wine, your amniotic sheets of pure stars and silicon lullaby, regenerating my outgrown toes and stale stairs. this head wrap is a lie, if your nights do not talk to mine. You become my pool of waters and waters that kills my dead skin, on repeats. You wander, like a dream soft and tiny in my 4 A.M talks, the moment of collision I see your swapping legs and arms kisses and poetry tears and scars, A mulberry sheet of dreams. I could smell you once again in the words of pillow marks, in the arch of my windowsill. Knitting and defying this entire life, you do it in a pattern. You do it always.
©MVS
NaPoWriMo#14
This breaks me down and builds me up at the same time 🙂
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And let me tell you that’s a feeling inexplicable.
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I feel we are quite similar in that sense Dii 🙂
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Eh!
Good luck brother.
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Haha! Same to you
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This is brilliantly done, especially here:
“A mulberry sheet of dreams.
I could smell you once again
in the words of pillow marks,
in the arch of my windowsill.
Knitting and defying this entire life,
you do it in a pattern.
You do it always.”
Perfection.
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Awe, Tre.
Thank you for your sweet words.
Hope you are well.🖤
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You are most welcome. I am managing, thank you. ❤
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Sending you love.
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🙂
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Everything you write is like a masterpiece. You are so talented and beautiful^^
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Aww, girl you just made my day.
And yeah, you are a beautiful soul too.🖤🖤
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thanks ^^
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So beautifully penned.
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Thank you Vikram.
I appreciate your read.
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my, i love the ambiance of this poem. brings to mind passionate nights on tropical islands, among vanilla scented sheets and jasmine air, with nothing but the stars above the oceans around. your writing is simply intoxicating!
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Thank you. Your words did cherish me up.
I am happy you liked it.
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So so so nice.
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❤️❤️
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Trippy and awesome. Just like the way I want words to be.👏
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Thank you.
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As always I like your composition. I wonder what 4 A.M talks is. I think I know, nevermind. 🙂
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Haha, the 4.am talks are cryptic. They cringe your throat and crave for that touch. They miss you often and they kill you too.
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I see. 🙂
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Erotic lines
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Thanks.
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This poem brings out the deep emotions of yearnings of heart to me and the beautiful soliloquy our mind weaves especially at 4am in the night..haha
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That 4a.m thing is actually painful at times.
Thank you yet again love.
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Oh so sorry..guess I had a different interpretation.
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It’s all right.❤️
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Touches my heart, have you been spying on me?
living water, i sour
in bad erotic dreams…
you don’t have to
be so
elegantly mean..
bastard child i am
gold plate an spoon..
a quick blink, soft shy wink and kisses you’ve never dreamed of…
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💕💕🐸
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Thank you
Chris.
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💕
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Beautifully written 🙂 Keep Glittering , Love TGA by Misha . Rise N Shine !!
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Thank you Misha.
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Love this.
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And I love you.❤️
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“your amniotic sheets
of pure stars and silicon lullaby,”
It’s just so beautifully put! ❤ ❤ Love the raw emotions and passions in this poem!
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