Wintermute01
Walking in the S plane
- Joined
- Jul 28, 2011
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"There's history, that
when written, might become clear."
He reached for his pen.
when written, might become clear."
He reached for his pen.
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Tears cleanse sorrows past
and spring from ecstacy's cry
Eyes pool with wanting
With glinting lenses
We see the world through water
For many reasons
Prisms, shattering light
reflecting myriad thoughts
radiant colors soothe
Young and old, blendedCruel is the fate when
One heart is born too early
and the other's late.
Over the rainbow
Somewhere, singing our joy
of a rich palette
hello
How pleasing it is
To find at the rainbow's end
Ones own pot of gold
Golden sparks fly high
When two meet, melding in heat
riches abounding
Soft summer rain falls
Making surfaces shiney gloss
Reflecting their light.
Summer rains cleansing
a storm ravaged spirit pure
waiting to be filled
Cool rain coats warm skin.
From refreshed plots comes vigour;
Heat rises again.
Each drop renewing
creating streamns on skin flushed
with passion's calling
We can't really dance
but if you take the lead I
know I can follow.
By seizing control
A new course is set and plotted,
The leader's now led.
Taking hold she leads
Finding her wings, she stretches
Opening new paths
Carried in her grip
Raised higher by her touches
Until, bursting forth.
Pleasure held at bay
By firm grips precisely made
Taunting the release