still from the seventies
A sun-shine-shrine
for your thoughts-of-wind, beloved.
Space and freedom,
the veins under your skin,
all untouched as yet
by dark daggers of refusal.
Voices of unclaimed spheres
move seasonal curtains
like waves, breaking on the shore.
Love-steps in the essence
of your specific shine
through the crystal-window
are beyond hands-of-time-calling.
- The night moon
rides the crest of waves –
The steep-petaled-path, curved,
unfolds sudden breaths of joy.
Key-branches fit limber keys
in solid doors of winter-night.
It's all in a glance,
winging the unknowing;
it's all a kiss of chance.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-05-10 at 18:59
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Lovers II
A sun-shine-shrine
for your thoughts-of-wind, beloved.
Space and freedom,
the veins under your skin,
all untouched as yet
by dark daggers of refusal.
Voices of unclaimed spheres
move seasonal curtains
like waves, breaking on the shore.
Love-steps in the essence
of your specific shine
through the crystal-window
are beyond hands-of-time-calling.
- The night moon
rides the crest of waves –
The steep-petaled-path, curved,
unfolds sudden breaths of joy.
Key-branches fit limber keys
in solid doors of winter-night.
It's all in a glance,
winging the unknowing;
it's all a kiss of chance.
Poetry by Bob
Read 611 times
Written on 2015-05-10 at 18:59
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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