ALIVEA Poem by jeannemarie coulterwith water ease
dripping from trees savoring the earth beneath a velvet washed cranberry sky i walk with wind laced hair on balconies brushed and magenta beribboned, reaching to remember the man who lingered spontaneously until dawn... from moss draped shadows he comes softly alive glowing delicately crimson/gold caressing to survive my fantasia designs finger painted on his flesh while he danced in burgandy flames, pausing only an instant to drink this emerald body before stirring wind softly onward into his ruby dawn... © 2015 jeannemarie coulterFeatured Review
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