I can modify granite days with pliable dreams dream sheer modifiers abreast nioteric silhouettes and surging chromatics while language slips its perfumed shoulder from a alabaster cocoon, a garter around her mercurial immolation seducing butterflies and bewitching mankind on parallel sides; artistic sensual equations stimulating latch hook silk the Loom of Us All between nimble rapture and moist fingers sequencing fibers through the dexterous artistry of dreams slipping from a smooth center, dispersingbeatificallure from ‘tween her Underlandy onyx eyes
yes, you can do all these things, and you can rub these two sticks together to make a fire to keep us warm, but most of all you can smile privately, and let me touch your cheek
Well, I know you can do all those sorts in scuttle flick of wrist clenching the whip, which corrals the words penned beastly, all the way to the pasture you map with a tongue of alabaster so easy..amazing stuff
The loom of us all..what a rich and delightful metaphor..you light up those granite days with your dreamy words enriching our lives with surreal imaginings!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Like a sillica and mica dance of words in a mad pogo. Absolutley wonderful. It draws you into its heart and nails your boots down so you can gaze about at the sheer texture of it.
I can modify granite days with pliable dreams
dream sheer modifiers
abreast nioteric silhouettes and surging chromatics
while language slips its perfumed shoulder
from a alabaster cocoon, a garter around her mercurial immolation
You're the very embodiment of beautiful words. No matter what story you are telling, the beauty is undeniable.
artistic sensual equations
stimulating latch hook silk
the Loom of Us All between nimble rapture and moist fingers
sequencing fibers
through the dexterous artistry of dreams
slipping from a smooth center, dispersing beatific allure
from ‘tween her Underlandy onyx eyes
what a celebration and embrace of language, poetic language ...like magma bubbling up from deep inside, allowing any door to open, and continents to glide apart ... i'm beginning to see the contours of this underland
I love the blue diamond coolness of the intellect revealed here, language revered, the spiritually adult dignity spinning into the greater Kosmos beyond imagistic fever dreams. You listen to the majestic Lady Language and incarnate her sublimely.
"Shemeless seduction" is drastically minimizing the powerful chords of tantalizing magnetic attraction this specific poem elicits. You have such an incredibly well cultivated talent for communicating spiritual and physical combinations which leave your readers in a heightened state of awareness. Your rhapsodies are hypnotic, a balladist for the human soul and cosmic spirit. Have I told you lately how breathtaking and adulated you are.
You had me at I can;
I can modify granite days with pliable dreams
dream sheer modifiers
abreast nioteric silhouettes and surging chromatics
while language slips its perfumed shoulder
from a alabaster cocoon, a garter around her mercurial immolation
seducing butterflies
and bewitching mankind
on parallel
sides;