The way that hidden darkness of Some forest gets unmistakably Lost within some blinding light I’d get lost in the eternal depths Of galaxies hidden in your eyes As our rhythmic bodies played Under our ethereal spent breaths And like instruments of request Twirling within our arms, was- Dancing on the edge of heaven For us, here in our secret realm But now you’re gone; and it's time To change my tune, palates habit Degust some new flavors to devour In search of maybe finding one That may satisfy my unfed...hunger
I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line, but even the shades and innuendo's between them; to the point that, I can get so comfortably caught up in my imaginations first imperfect draft that I sometimes just move in to stay there… rhetorical, spelling, grammar, mechanics be damn, nothing in life is that perfect. I don’t need tailor made, I need someone/something to fit well enough that it becomes fashionable for me to wear well. I don’t need to pretend to know everything and I resist pontificating those things I’m well versed in.
I'm just a simple romantic at heart waiting on a perfect storm to completely sweep over me like a gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone a friend, until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with other like minds artist, writers.
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