surrender under gypsy stardust ~

surrender under gypsy stardust ~

A Poem by Frieda P
"

shorelines met the heavens

"
surrendered under gypsy stardust,
   our dance an inflamed kiss 
skies impassioned the intensity
  of fervent moonbeam's heated embrace
filled my wildest aching desires
   within your ardor's fiery captivation
enthralling an enchanted sunset's obscurity
     knees went weak in a zealous fulfilled sunrise,
sensation's of endmost satiated gusto,
   shorelines met the heavens in exquisite divinity
breathless in the glory of worlds imploding,
  chanted to the gods on wind's splendor
rode the dark stallion until the
           resplendent bliss of night burst forth
                                 in contented ecstasy 

© 2014 Frieda P


Author's Note

Frieda P


Andrew Atroshenko ~ Gypsy Painting

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oooooooh back to the heat and spice that you do so well.. yum.... but you knew I would be melting all over this one... they sensual rhythm of the music mirrors the erotic dance of nature as it prepares for the naughty magic of the night.. love it... the word choice again is so deliciously sexy and palpable as it reaches out and tingles in all the right places... oooh yes ma'am.. lovely.. bliss... :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ooooh la la, another sweet review, gotta love when nature gets naughty. ;) Thanks so much April. :)
AprilRN1210

10 Years Ago

Yes ma'am. Indeed.. As always, my pleasure :)



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Frieda P. your words sing and I listen and I smile. This poem was beautiful but the little caption under the title, " shorelines met the heavens" was just perfect. Maybe an old word but your poetry is charming to me. I really enjoyed this today.

Posted 10 Years Ago


somehow you made love to the sky with a sensation of words the gorgeous picture you paint of nature, beautiful.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Okay it is official, I am in my safe haven and I am never bloody leaving so get ready for a lifetime lodger! This was completely out of this world good and written to perfection.

// within your ardor's fiery captivation
enthralling an enchanted sunset's obscurity
knees went weak in a zealous fulfilled sunrise,
sensation's of endmost satiated gusto, //

These lines are absolutely perfect.. Flip flops & all that jazz! xoxo

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is magical, I don't want to leave the little world you brought me into Frieda. This was out of this world good, hon!

Posted 10 Years Ago


A vivid & visualized account of the graces a gypsy's life provides. It's an estranged world that only curious people would love to be apart of. Great write Frieda. A vivid & candid write. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


beautiful as always ......... delightful

Posted 10 Years Ago


In this I see somewhat the transition of one phase of life to another in the form of symbolism, portrayed through gypsy groups that move together. Within this piece, your speaker surrenders to the moment under gypsy stardust, implying that the gypsy who's left it has long departed.. and yet, you take off into the night in the moment with another you've just met recently. Transition, truly a wondrous thing how your speaker changes allegiance. Well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


shorelines met the heavens in exquisite divinity...

There's something beautiful and powerful in this image. Wild and free, as it should be, Frieda!


Posted 10 Years Ago


Gypsy magic and rhythmic dance beneath a luminescent moon, your twist of metaphors and elegant word choices made this a pleasure to read. Thanks.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Gypsy magic and rhythmic dance beneath a luminescent moon, your twist of metaphors and elegant word choices made this a pleasure to read. Thanks.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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