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by ddavidd Oct 19, 2017
Love, romance /
We might were just a dot, a stratum,
buried in the layout of a ladybug,
just a offshoot of a longing
in the branches of a deer horn,
a few blobs
on a moth's
a few flashes in the splint of a glowworm
of a wine pitcher shape
to yield to
an intoxicating kiss
in a lascivious red lips,
a scale of a gold fish
in the crystals jars of chandeliers.
Every butterfly portioned us
with the scope of its splendor,
it perched us in its wings,
every lavish candelabrum
in the scales of its luster,
in the combustion
of its passion,
We found our wings in one another
in the mirror,
in the kiss
that sutured our lips together.
We darned the space,
the slit of separation,
the two cut-off wings,
with our hearts.
Thanks Free verse. Very nice thing to say. I am fond of your works too.
My artist, I believe you are that dot -the difference-
where our poetry ends and your begins.
by Milly Hayward
A piece overflowing with metaphors and dynamic visuals.