Lauren Hynde
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I'm still researching.
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Lauren Hynde said:I'm still researching.
Eleanora Day said:When I hold you to my breast,
tip my fingers over ridges
of your spine, turn my cheek
to flutter lashes on the thatches
of your chest, lay my dreams
against the hollow of your throat,
nothing matters
there.
All the weary days of care subside,
curled quiet as bright flores sleep,
dark, as if the Sun closed its shine to rest.
When you lay buried in the cave
of our confession, tell me what you feel.
Nothing was ever wrong that feels
like love.
Call it whatever you want.
I have seen the night
shade ochre in your eyes,
the twist of lips that pleasure,
almost a sob when hips jerk
and we tremble together,
release the only freedom
we have left.
Eleanora Day said:When I hold you to my breast,
tip my fingers over ridges
of your spine, turn my cheek
to flutter lashes on the thatches
of your chest, lay my dreams
against the hollow of your throat,
nothing matters
there.
All the weary days of care subside,
curled quiet as bright flores sleep,
dark, as if the Sun closed its shine to rest.
When you lay buried in the cave
of our confession, tell me what you feel.
Nothing was ever wrong that feels
like love.
Call it whatever you want.
I have seen the night
shade ochre in your eyes,
the twist of lips that pleasure,
almost a sob when hips jerk
and we tremble together,
release the only freedom
we have left.
Eleanora Day said:The night curved stars upon us like a veil
folded over the jagged scars of day.
Too dark to see your tongue against my pale
flesh settled soft around you where we lay
within the breathless murmurs of the breeze
and curtains barely moving in the chill
hour where lovers touch and take their ease
to strain against the need of each one's will.
O fallen like the apples of my breasts
into your desire. Move me, take me
out of this vale of life, where pain arrests
my joy, too often to forget and flee
into this petaled passion, garden soft,
beating with limbs like wings ascend aloft.
wanton wonton said:Well, JC, I'm glad my name amused you.
JCSTREET said:I hope you mean that you wanton dim sum
minsue said:Tath, I gotta tell ya. I love your new title.
BooMerengue said:This world is made of opposites
and is unbalanced for now
but the wheel turns slowly
and the balance returns
the healers will always out weigh the hurters
so sit and heal, my friend
and know your own outcome
but remember to pray for the hurters;
the weak ones, the addicted ones,
the ones who can only dream of being
other than what they truly are.
You are blessed with such gifts of giving,
and sharing. Fear not the poor souls
who can only hide behind their sins
using them as crutches.
they will fade back into the woodwork
as do the roaches
when the light is shone upon them.
Remember you are loved.
Not permanently, but I have sod all to do this monday (had a party planned, but my boring friends stood me up ), so I could jump in this week.jthserra said:but I need to see if I can get someone to take over the Monday night reviews. I just haven't accomplished what I wanted to do when I started them.
Liar said:Not permanently, but I have sod all to do this monday (had a party planned, but my boring friends stood me up ), so I could jump in this week.
#L
WickedEve said:neo, more appeared awhile ago.
there are just under 60 poems.
For anyone checking out the reviews, make sure to check all the new poems. If neo, or some other kind poet, doesn't get an opportunity to review the rest, I'll try to do it later.
perks said:I'll do it. Working on it now.
jthserra said:but I need to see if I can get someone to take over the Monday night reviews. I just haven't accomplished what I wanted to do when I started them.
thanks,
jim : )
Syndra Lynn said:Am I the only one who finds this note distressing? We are losing a brilliant poet friend, here. He does wonderful reviews and gives honest helpful feedback.
Jim, I hope you will reconsider. I always look forward to your Monday reviews.
I will miss you if you go.
Syn
tarablackwood22 said:Yes, Syn...I also find it very distressing. Jim's reviews and feedback (and his poetry too, of course) are always first-rate.
I second the reconsider request.
the eyes of future mornings - new poem....please read
Born Too Late - new poem.....please read.