Coruscate

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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 the aberrational poet your English teacher warned you not to read or follow into the literary abyss. If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between fogyish metaphoric lines. I'll be armed with my quill and papyrus where at will I can wield my power as a writer to erase you from my realm. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unprintable things like a ghost in imaginary darkness. In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed poetically. But, otherwise, I’m a simple free spirited poetic writer wordsmithing outside the grammatical lines and rules. An easy going romantic rebel at heart. I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or 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