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wildfire

                love me like wildfire

 

let us dance between these hot ribbons of light

cradling a midnight spell

beyond the mist of shallow wicks

           

             love me like wildfire

 

let us chase as newborn sparks

            leaping

       floating

drifting

           scorching

ripping through a darkness,

a drought of lifetimes left ablaze

 

                 love me like wildfire

 

let us drain the night sky

fire fiends in silence

til sunrise of gray

Fireflies-Enzalla

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benthos

beyond the shallows

where your waves steep

extracting the flavors of the sea

in the rush of darkness,

i bloom most silently

into this garden of benthos, a blushing bride i become

where you in most ardent steps nakedly roam

clutching the tapestry of emeralds woven about my hair

draping upon the coral of my cheeks lending glitter to the foam

 

cradling the brine that blankets the secrets that i keep

where empty forests speak the language of me

and you, with lips of atlantis, unearth the diamonds of my deep

 

Surfing the Ether-Peter Pearson

This piece was inspired by a daily writing prompt I participate in where the word given was benthos. I’d no idea what it meant. Even in asking a friend, she was clueless too. Upon looking it up naturally said friend was jubilant at the fact she could now use newly discovered word in a game of Words With Friends.

I include this editorial here to express my adoration and appreciation for writing prompts. Not only do they expand my vocabulary, they push me out of my comfort zone in my writing. They have become a powerful ally in strengthening my writing and I encourage the participation with one.

As always, thank you for reading.

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awakening

the sun drops beneath the day

as twilight emerges from your touch

a quiet awakening of dreams

our moon holds

-just breathe-

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queen of the shades

minnows wading beneath

the dance of the trees

lending a choir to the air as earthen creatures stir

but to catch a glimpse of she

their maiden of the shade, their spring breathing persephone

 

a narcissus sips from a nymph filled river bed

unable to resist the breath of its perfume,

she bows as its smile upon her spread

 

one selfish delight, she thought, to adorn her hair

reaching for its heavenly invitation, clutching its core,

but the earth it trembled, a prelude to a darkening lair

 

a stallion then arose, with rider crowned in shade

his moon-fed eyes reaching for her own

spilling of promise to immortal blooms

of a forest braided, never to fade

 

longing for the wonder, unafraid of what the gods would cast down

she took his hand, this god of the underworld

and became his queen, in shaded crown

 

in their descent, winter took hold

til this maiden, now queen of the shades returned in season anew

giving her breath to the forest turning it back to its gold

Emancipator/Natural Cause

 

-just breathe-

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maiden of the shades

canopies of moss

coat the heirlooms of blooms

as knowing petals, much wiser than she

wander upon the forest of green

unhurried steps kiss the soil

as earthen creatures awaken

to follow her through the seeds of time

she sips the wind, a wise friend to the shade

for the lust of the sun is but a myth here

a singsong to her soul, she bows to the call

as narcissus blades and violas dance upon the rivers edge

burying her head into springtime’s perfume

the minnows peek and birds rest their wings

to catch a glimpse of she,

their persephone

Emancipator/Natural Cause

 

-just breathe-

 

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senses

the smell of old books…..

                        ….thunderstorms

reese cups…..

  ….barren trees

                                      holding hands…..

and you

 

-just breathe-