Love Prints In Calligraphy~

White linen leaves wreath my heart

heartache in my pocket

pocketful of laurel oil glistens my wrist

wrists bound to somatic  fluids of your calligraphy

calligraphic surge in a juniper stream between my lips

lips rewrite me from the inside out

out me, catch me when I am seized  between the carnal skin

skin strips proffered onto  sanctified  idolatry

idolatry  strains the softest crush of me in citrus rinds

rind ribbons open to the reverence

reverence unfastened by hedonic ache

ache in the impact of your soul

soulful blue memories print your palm in clay

clay shape under your touch

touched by whispers giving themselves to moonlight

moon in full pouring crème  under the stars

starlight, star bright, span the continents, the oceans

ocean  loves me, loves me not

not tomorrow, tonight, bring me closer to the carnal

carnal epiphany in your mount

mountain beneath my hands sighing a thousand stories

stories in your bones disengage to my love

love like a queen in a uncanny legend

legendary fables entranced with a morph in the fabric

fabric threads in silver from my ribs

rib to rib, the leaves around my heart crimson steep

steeped in magik tea leaves

leaves in a wreath  completed within you

you . . . .

 

 

copyright:2010vssmd/amusemusepress

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Author's Note

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Reviews

[Lachenille Papillion]

If I lived a million years, I would never fail to be in awe of the inspiration for this write, Sunshine... for what is of such depth in beauty and pain to you is nothing short of epiphany to me...

amazing, the words that garden put inside your little girl heart, such whispers from blooms never meant to be eternal and yet they blossom still.......

[Maurice]

Amazing, just amazing. I never cease to marvel at your poetic mastery.

[C]

Spinning till I don't know if I'm up or down.

[Brad]

*DROOL*
rolling naked in ink and sweat brought together in a symphony of shared pain and treasured pleasure...i'm stuck in your weave, and i don't want out

[David W Moore III]

Oh my. I feel turned upside down and inside out. Your rides are exhausting in a cathartic way. The dance is frenetic but oh so enjoyable.

[Robin]

love the rhythm within the sensuous brush strokes of your calligraphy ~ =)~