Coruscate

Poet of the Light acceptance, creative writing, Desire, emotions, heartstrings, literature, loneliness, love, poetry, poets, self-reflection, sensual, short stories, Uncategorized October 23, 2020October 23, 2020 1 Minute

Heaven must be listening to my prayers

You’re like being found, after being lost

Your eyes look like my kind of universe

Your whispers sound just like our song

Your moments are like grace in motion

Your hand inside mine feels like a waltz

Your heartbeats move me like a moon

Your touch feels like waves of comfort

Your warm embrace feels like my home

And girl, your moist lips taste like…love

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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. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish. View all posts by Poet of the Light

Published October 23, 2020October 23, 2020