I chop a slice of moon
of an excellent shard from a mirror,
I take a dip in a splintering winter well,
the well of charm & despair,
the evening air does the rest of the job
the apricots stitched onto my lips
my lips forbid to tell your secrets
there,
there is nothing inside the gateway to chivalry,
a half-eaten fruit
a half-read poetry
a half- kissed muse
There it is
I can feel it freely
a gallop of a hysteric wave,
a sunrise, so distant
you need the recipe?
see my knuckles, the hard egg shaled nails,
a fever running through my belly,
they all bow to my cheekbones,
my cheeks ingest your lies too.
How about it?
Will it be a part of the regime too?
and a salt-glazed cup
of electric moon
it didn’t take long,
to be like this.
i wept also.
I wept and wept
till my skin floated in the air so pristine,
and here you have my secrets
for what makes me glow
like mountains, valleys
You never noticed, never, fool!
I love this ❤️
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Thank you:)
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A fool, for sure to have missed an opportunity to feast the full fruit, read all the poetry and kiss the whole muse. Despite the presence of ache, there is nothing half way about how you write. Intense, passionate, and all in, as if there is nothing left once the pen drops. Beautiful poetry, as always.
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Love “the well of charm & despair” Great work!
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Hey, appreciate your kindness.
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The imagery is so vivid! Nicely written! 🙂
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Appreciate your words! Thank you.
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Cool
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Very nice!
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Thank you:)
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Your welcome
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Nice one!
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Amazing 💙
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Thank you!
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Welcome!
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Well this the tragedy of life. Fool’s gold is sometimes gold, the one in the keep might be platinum. Glad to read after a long time. 😊
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🤗🤗
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“These lines…so true, so haunting”
there is nothing inside the gateway to chivalry,
a half-eaten fruit
a half-read poetry
a half- kissed muse
Well, there is no secret to a heart if you can’t find the way. Even a shard of broken glass is shiny on some days.
Really thought-provoking lines.
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Exquisite!!! I especially adore these lines,
”there is nothing inside the gateway to chivalry,
a half-eaten fruit
a half-read poetry
a half- kissed muse”.
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Thank you so much.
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Reblogged this on Lilaia Moreli – Words Are Sacred.
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